
As clear as the rainy season.
August is a ruthless knife,
polished to bitterness.
Yet, all I see is
passion in your veins.
Lifting me to a realm of tastes,
grown in a human world.
As clear as the rainy season.
August is a ruthless knife,
polished to bitterness.
Yet, all I see is
passion in your veins.
Lifting me to a realm of tastes,
grown in a human world.