Out in the summer
The wind is a thirsty whore
Craving blood and sweat.
Out in the summer
I languish
And suffer.
Out in the summer
My dreams turn cold
As the heat Waves
Hit the streets dead.
Out in the summer
The nights bring memories
Of drinks with friends.
Out in the summer
I wake up early
Before the sun bath
Had killed all hopes
Of a beautiful day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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