The rocks are cracking under the white sun
I search for shade
Reclining on old buildings facing the heat
My hands sweaty from the rubber handles of my bicycle
We drink coconut water
And wait for cool breeze
There is a passion in summer
Love under the bright sunlight
Clothes hanging onto wet bodies
I miss cycling with you
On long dusty broken roads
With summer on our backs
But that was a lifetime ago
When there was love and friendship
And an unbreakable desire to be true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a passion in summer Love under the bright sunlight Clothes hanging onto wet bodies .........../// summer love there is alive delightfully.....beautiful sharing