Look at the August sky
pictured by a small window
flying kite waving left and right
the wind caressed my face and blew my hair
my mind was out of place
back to many years ago
where afternoon means enthusiastic
run as fast as possible
trying to catch a broken kite
and just get empty air
chest feels like exploding
up and down
full of feelings
and slowly fade away as I grow
You miss that August
you miss that moment
and suddenly you miss every memory that you have gone through in your life
wonder how quickly time got you to this stage.
