The wind of July, gently caressing the golden wheat fields,
The rain of August, pattering like poetry, like a painting.
Waves of wheat dancing, swaying with the wind in song,
Raindrops softly singing, chanting life into the earth.
In this season of abundance, time spreads its tender affection,
Where wind and rain intertwine, composing the chapters of life. 0 reply
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