Summer heat, beating down on heads, enjoying a bar-b-que and live band.
Sunglasses sitting on faces, growing redder with every second.
Blotting foreheads with napkins, soaking up sweat from the noon-day sun.
Shooting straight from the hip, portraying life in honest detail, leaving out nothing but lies.
Settling in truth, reveling in it's outstanding rhetoric and bylines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow..Wonderful write...loved reading it.