got sunstroke
and
lost the feathers
natures ways
with
ties and tethers
same old wounds
and
needs to scratch
scratching round
to
find a match
to run and hide
and
duck for shelter
feel the heat
and
swelter swelter
sweat it out
and
break a fever
turn it round
like
an unbeliever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem