Poems August Running

Fie Ice

Fie ice
to have one finer day in camera
with sun windows soon
and walks with you away
and I can find sync-tation my voice
I might put you in the clouds after school
you in one year in happy air
with adulation your now new sympt grass
no kiss can be
out of sight of well not door
no you're here we will have
the bored soon night
soon language class
have no school not there with short sleep
se diem is not the same is new.