One Night In August

And when words fail, written words capture it better: Here goes....

Under an empty moonless sky in august

In the middle of a dream

Tempestuous serenity

Oxymoronic calm ate through the darkness

Nibbling at remnants of the Fifth Night

Coolly, the clock ticking away

‘Twas the second night for a red rose

But in the middle of a dream

A single line captured

What sonnets failed to express

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