end of summer

Ио-Анна Бурячкова
August mist and fire smoke
Falling stars and moon so locked
On a dark sky in a field
Going crazy in a wind
Wine and fish,
meat and bread
Also take a cigarette
Dance on wet grass
Dance as hell
Do it hard and do it well
Breath your wisdom
Whisper words
Sing your soul out
Keep your void
Try to see it through the storm
August mist and fire smoke.