Just share this moment with me,
While still in the summer we,
While August is warm and light,
And tell me a story you might.

Please, tell me of fruits of a love,
And fortune of missing old dove,
New questions that's worthy to ask,
Regrets we don't have in the past.

Just share this moment with me,
Let's treasure the bright of a dream
So slowly coming to life,
So charming, increasingly right,

When puzzles fall into places, -
I wish I could see their faces...
I wish it was always right.
I wish for more summer time.

I wish you're allowed to last,
A cloud of numbers and paths.

August 2025