At times like sweet molasses
Moist and soft in the air
Clings to skin with static hair
Nice and slow without a care
Then there is a beat
Quick and pounding with a burst
Barely tolerate my body's heat
Don't even know what I thirst
Do I need winter's Ritalin?
Thought I fathomed my rhythm
But here's the dance of summer swing
Exhausted-am I almost young within
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..............this is definitely a realistic picture of summer....enjoyed...