The September song….
The leave are turning and the nights are cooler.
The children are playing outside,
enjoying the last days of Summer.
I have become like the Autumn,
my once young and hopeful eyes,
understanding life moved so quickly.
Now I have hazy memories,
ancient love story to be written.
Old man drink the cold beer now,
the whiskey drinking man.
Just myth and tales in my stories.
I paint to canvas with words about the beautiful days,
the great sea and the quiet desert.
I looked at old photos and I remember.
The warm and sweet kisses of kind lovers,
I remember the German Spring and the California Summer.
Now I don’t cursed love,
now I counts every lover.
As the greatest blessings known.
I still dreams of blushing beauties,
stealing kisses in the rain.
when lovers allowed night to fall into day,
when passion was…
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