The burning heat
Sheds what is left
Of my thick skin
I can only wait
For the sweet relief
Your love will bring
Like a cool shade
I will cling to you
And curse the sun
yes, from one extreem to another, hating the cold while it is there but hating the sun when it comes... it's like the follow through with your winter poem.... Really good :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a good way of portraying strong messages in few words...very powerful. SG