poem no. 12

Hello, I started early…

Glow wide with the mild eyes, 

In August –soft circle… 

Waters, light the swiftness shining… 

Laughter changes, 

I gazed, –look at me…! –look at me…!

Unseen children, 

And crickets with neon fresh breeze… 

Far, wide, on afternoon… 

In August, the summer clouds… 

Like to the golden hammock swings… 

–How beautiful she is! 

–Flowers 

–Looms 

–Wealth 

–Woods

Those verdant dreams, 

From island 

Only, visible the force in it.