Steel blue sky
Sun glaring down
From a cloudless sky
Baking all things
Metal brands skin
Hot wind blows
Dust up in the air
Sweat rivers down
Thoughts of sweet wintertime abound.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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I would like to translate this poem
Our summers are becoming too fierce. Winter is too cool. I shall settle for spring. I certainly understand your " metal brands skin" Thank you and Happy New Year.