July thoughts
 

Perhaps the season of water ,timberland kid boots
tomorrow
we forget that there are many stories in which dreams

us hand in hand between the opposite is unknown
Of whom met


vomit a red flower cherry Fall on cigarettes

breeze had only asked the spring next year
Wet places where the human


wait
fall of the Fluttering leaves no trace

to a subtle fragrance
Erase the thoughts of sentimental gift

confused hopeless hearts deep in the July