Goodbye July

Goodbye July!
Or maybe goodbye?
Perhaps well meet you again?
Although, what, in general, is the difference?
You cant scroll through life, right. -- Custom made?!

Years rushed by in a bright line,
all dreams were washed away by rains.
I remember the time: with fogs, lightning,
and how did you dream about the main thing, maybe you?

But life passes, inevitably,
whether we want it or not,
sometimes it seems to us boundless,
and the heavenly light seems eternal.