Point arrives in August

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.