Sweltering heat, the desert is beat
Sun and its fire, power from higher
A little too much, drying with its touch
Scorched or warm, it is good or harm?
So what is the key, for you and me?
Yes! Guess!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I noticed weather often takes its cue, from hearts like me and you... moving according to their rhythm of what we do... and we move according to the weather's rhythm too!