Walking in the hot sun
Feet aching
Legs and back throbbing
Smelling gasoline zoom by
Hearing tires screech
Listening for a crow to caw
Feeling a breeze rush by
My lips taste like sweat
As I walk the road home
I see the sun slowly fade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice and nicely penned, you capture the feeling beautifully.