Voleur

It’s heat.

Water standing with its fired up feat,

It’s far from warm

Harmless waves eager to charm.

Sky looks empty

Without clouds

For nothing, woos the water bodies

Loud thunder.

Sudden hollowness

Of the sky and the earth

Freezes the wind, silence

Breaks in the heart.

A writer was trying to write;

That which is already written

Painter trying to paint,

The painted.

In the middle of black and white

Of the vast blues,

The stealing of clouds and waters

Appears and withers, continues.