I do not know why
I will come back, and I'll go
rainy summer wet
mist raising over the marsh.
I anxiously
Paragraph morning coffee I drink.
Around the turning movements,
The pain of thoughts
exhaustion of dreams
halos, night moods
believes that shutdowns.
I will continue life here
in the world in the earth.
Point arrives in August,
what then will arrive at all,
I can not piloutua than
hare in the sand,
I do not wear
in accordance with the concept of hijap
a robe.