Faded August, a poem by Mocha-san

((Author's Note: Presenting poem #2. Now I can get back to writing adorable HibiMomo and Fluttercord oneshots since I feel better.))

August summer
Wind blowing in the trees
I'm alone in my room
bored
as usual, of course

Summer's end…
"It'll be here soon…"
I think
as I watch the orange sunlight
disappear

I don't feel sad
but I'm not happy either
I wonder what they call that
Those kinds of emotions
Are they good?

I only have the silence
in this
faded August afternoon

Silver, a poem by Mocha-san

((Author's Note: I was sick last night. So, after that, I spent the afternoon questioning life and dozing in bed. As I was doing so, I decided to write some free verses. Here is #1.))

Silver.
Like a star
or maybe a moon
somewhere in the sky.
I don't know.

Silver.
A shiny grey
that reminds me of
an old key
hidden in a drawer.
I don't know.

Silver.
A dazzling sparkle
that looks like the flash
of a newly carved diamond
found in an old cave.
I don't know.

Silver.
It decorates many things
and treasures
that I probably won't have.
I don't know.