STATIC

spirit, where it goes?
warmth instantly vanish,
like the dew that evaporates by the blazing sun.

gone, all the burning desire.
summer breeze take you away,
through the withered vineyards.
my world is in gray.

eighty-six days since the last echo,
my breath so heavy, stifling.
the heart slows,
but my mind kept drifting to wade through the night.

for the seconds that the more distant,
I beg to stop for a moment.
This old body, embrace him tightly,
until he carried away by his dream,
in life that no longer have any meaning.