A race to whom would
first
A toast to July we fell
in love
Hearts pounded so fast
he let the moment pass
sorrow regret fellings
he never confessed
to a dear friend
Two months gone she
lingers inside his head
Dreams and wishes he could
never seize
now drifts along winds
a bond torn apart time took it's toll
Bonds of July fall
two hearts dance in
rain only one stays
and one fades.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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