I grow warmer
I translate
with hot and dry temperatures
I offer likes and dislikes
In many places I cause
droughts.
My good friends
heatwaves and hurricanes enjoy
riding on my plane
Get this you are not a pain
the only one for you to blame
it's me who is the same.
Now! What's my name?
it's still the same
I never chose to play a
game because Summer is my name!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful poem with a focus on summer season. Told in first person which makes it all the more interesting. Thank you.