Monday

Dawn spinning wheel with red thread

purring again, it mimics the straddle carrier.

Its network of wind sway,

point of the day must try.

Monday anxiously

the beginning of the week to start, I

I miss the words of this new story.

Night already went away, hazy summer night

already point while a memorial to you.

Behind my window waiting for the world,

see my sister when the new day arrives.

Hear my brother, when the grasshopper

a moment while singing gets.