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AUGUST MOONS: DAY 1: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI CO-WRITES WITH SPARROWSONG, Within a bountiful gain...

AUGUST MOONS: DAY 1: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI CO-WRITES WITH SPARROWSONG, Within a bountiful gain...

SYNOPSIS: August is the eighth month of the year and the sixth month of the Roman calendar. The Romans called the month Sextilis, which means sixth. Eight years before Jesus was born the name of the month was changed to Augustus in honor of the Roman Emperor Augustus Casesar, because many of the important events in his life happened around that time of year.

The Anglo-Saxons called it Weod monath, which means Weed month, because it is the month when weeds and other plants grow most rapidly.August is the busiest time for tourism, as it falls in the main school holiday of the year, the summer holidays, which lasts for six weeks for state run schools. August is the seasonal equivalent of month February in the Northern Hemisphere.In many European countries,August is the holiday month for most of the workers.

August is also called the "Thanksgiving time"  (Harvest time) in Britain. The name comes from an Anglo-Saxon word Hlafmaesse which means Loaf Mass. The festival of Lammas marks the beginning of the harvest, when people go to church to give thanks for the first corn to be cut. This celebration predates our Christian harvest festival. On Lammas Day farmers made loaves of bread from the new wheat crop and gave them to their local church. They were then used as the Communion bread during a special mass thanking God for the harvest. Lammas Day used to be a time for foretelling marriages and trying out partners. Two young people would agree to a "trial marriage" lasting the period of the fair, usually 11 days, to see whether they were really suited for wedlock. At the end of the fair, if they didn't get on, the couple could part.- WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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  • AUGUST MOONS: DAY 1:
  • WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
  • CO-WRITES
  • WITH
  • SPARROWSONG,
  • Within a bountiful gain..

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WILLIAMSJI

Within a bountiful gain,

You shower in me,like rain,

Within a mindful lustful pain,

You break my love vein

SPARROWSONG

Whereas, my love embrace,

A lyrical book  in  a preface,

Just blossom, my own flower,

Life gives us many more color

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Co-written by

  • WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
  • SPARROWSONG

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear All

Effective from 1st of August month, I will be posting my own verses along with more co-writes with honourable poetess SparrowSong and Poetess Olaga Matthes, all authors and viewers are hereby requested to encourage co-write activities to share the joy and sorrow of  human souls.

 I wish to thank all my earlier poets who had shared their fabulous co-writes with me, hoping their active participation in future as well

Regards

Williamsji Maveli

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sparrowsong

Hello Sis Cherie...

Thank You Very Much!

You are so supportive...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

That's not the one...

I have reached my message limit for the day...

Wrong Title and Day my friend...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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