June, July – Freeverse
The tables turned in June.
But it’s July bearing the brunt.
The plane crashed in June.
But it’s July where the wreckage is.
The thunderstorm blew in June.
But it’s July that’s flooded.
June is, was, and will always be the villain.
But then why did July splinter my heart
into a million pieces?
June’s unfairness shouldn’t have
flown into pure July.
June, June, June. Always the origin of rage.
July, July, July. Never seemed so strange.
©Kavya Janani. U
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