Waft, waft, waft, my magazine I wave.
In a warmer world
Wishing I was
Wearing less
Weighing less
Every pore open pouring.
Open windows to my withered bones
Washing heat from weariness.
'Welcome summer welcome' I whisper,
As I wallow awhile as weather woos
Slaying cells with UVA kindness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a hot start. Thanks.