**Mid day**
the aroma was stifling
leaving the strings of love
like the ruin of the sky alone
I sighed
This is not fair
how can the wound feel unreadable?
though there is no blood shed
washing the longing for the endless
Mid day
the sun that stains the coolness
warm the quiet space in the heart
washing away the deliberate worries
tearing love in flavor
Mid day
my sleep is not lost
even though last night did not stay up