Though in a summer's day the heat
Melts fruits maturing them
From sweet to sweeter
Blessed with the taste of sugar hand-made
By the maturing fruits in the hot sun
Red soils that redder become
When the hot summer winds
Blow skimming over the soil particles
No summer shall be unique
Yet this one
Shall be amongst the warmer of the pack
And water fruits imbibe from soil and earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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