Summer Suns sweltering heat sweats,
movement is trapped, confined
gestures are heavy effort - weighted
trickles of perspiration tickle the brow
a raised hand brushes and resumes it’s feeble fanning
glare sears the gaze
as the heat melts the day
You have a unique style that draws the reader close. Enjoyable. Keep writing and sharing with us. Best Wishes, Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice expression.