Summer of August

The sweltering heat creates a lot of distrust.

The streets are crowded, the thick shade of trees half removed, revealing sweaty crowds

The clouds are sleepy

Can't find a ladder to slide down above the forest of tall buildings

I wish there was a sudden, unexpected, sharp rain

Coolness is the color of this August

Another tranquility deepens the distant lakes in the late afternoon

Sliding into our arms

The searing speed of light next divides us into many particles

And from each second creates

A vibrant paradise in green leaves

Let August bloom. Bloom blue

Let the flowers be covered with moonlight

--Firm heartbeat in the moonlight

Let the pendulum stand still and forget

Unfinished words

Those silent sounds

Are meant to be engraved

Like now, I meditate in the mirror

I say: I am the August siren

I don't care how long August is