That's about August. For me exactly, these words draw for me mildly fading sun, hazy sky with warm south wind bringing scent of dried weeds for you to shiver mind with feeling of loosing. Desperate, ultimate, beautiful ending, mad desire to stay forever in this gentle warm, graceful fading. But The change's begun
and what remains? Not even thoughts, not even names. But now the feeling of departure tormenting me from this song and on the last day of August i can't stand it. Love, Fool's.
Nimicon August 31, 2010 Link
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