July, July you quickly fly
Sometimes you’re fresh, sometimes you’re dry.
The cloudless and deep blue sky.
The bright sun shines,
The sweet sunrise,
The best sunsets.
The trips, the voyages and the rests.
The velvet nights
The nightingale is singing when the moon is pale.
The morning dew, the rains are few.
The scents of flowers and berries
The gardens full with fruits and cherries.
July you are the mid of summer
With thunderstorm the loud drummer.
You are changeable and wild
But otherwise you’re warm and mild.
July
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