24 May 2012
Air so thick
Cuts with a blade
Heat so intense
As if it's made
In hell or in
The depths of earth
Stifling
Our joy and mirth
We always wish
For hotter weather
Now at the end
Of my tether
This heat is hot
Too hot for me
I prefer it cold
Icy
Looking forward
To the snow
For that is what
Makes my heart glow.
Snow • Opuss № I