July

Accepting my faith written in braille along with my love is bemusedly blind
the realm was overwhelming when my imagination was paralyzed.
June left me betwixt with barren love, with sour blossom in my soul
Amidst my sanity dying idyllic kaleidoscopic pictures.
To your sweet savoury remembering
From making my heart heavy and mind numb
Oh, July wash it all,
Till Winters come to make it cold,
Till spring comes to reinvent.