August's embrace, a paradox of fate,
Warmth and chaos, intertwined like a twisted state,
Sun-kissed days, that swiftly turn to night,
Unpredictable winds, that leave us in their sight.
One moment calm, the next, a raging storm,
August's mood swings, leave us forever torn,
Between the serenity of a summer's breeze,
And the turmoil of a tempest's wild release.
The air is thick, with an electric charge,
As thunder booms, and lightning flashes large,
The skies grow dark, with a foreboding hue,
As August's unpredictability, our senses renew.
Yet, in this turmoil, lies a beauty rare,
A time of transformation, beyond compare,
For in the heart of August's unpredictable soul,
Lies a power that makes our spirits whole.
So let the storms rage on, and the sun shine bright,
For in August's unpredictability, we find our light,
A time of growth, of change, of life anew,
In the midst of chaos, our true selves shine through
©twisha ray
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