Shibboleth

Is it not

A shibboleth of Summer:

  Empty wind passes by

  Blanketing warmth

  Of hollow starry sky

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Around Summer Solstice

Silent rage; or, an honest plead

I shall feed my hatred your face,
grace my wrath your presence. For I know well:
misery is my own,
but to blame is of the essence

I shall feed my anger your image,
deny my soul you present. For I know well:
misery is my own,
but hark, how this flesh longs to resent

I shall feed my agony your smile,
rid my head your humanity. For I know well:
misery is my own,
but alas, conscience gives to insanity

Buram

1
Kita di ruang yang sama
Masih satu bulan mati lagi sampai dingin pergi,
Jadi kita berselimut

2
:Kau di ranjang dan aku di bawahnya
Hangat adalah dua telapak tangan dingin,
Semburat senyum,

3
Dan debar, yang jejaknya tak pergi
Ketika wajahku ditampar mentari
Jam sembilan pagi. Sendiri.