The time of magic and the blue
The mids of August. Golden summer.
So many passed away and you
Has slept away in peaceful slumber.
I still can see the stars at night
They fall and fade for thousand years
I still can see their silver light
You're far away and free from fears.
The rite of falling, apple trees
Are throwing down amber apples
So in the night when no one sees
You gave it up and lost the battle.
The time of magic and the blue
Recurrence, memmories alive
But something missed without you
As if the august's been deprived.
11.08.18