Looking into the barren desert sky, feeling an invisible arid breeze
touching my face, warming it into a sweat, yet the breeze blends and
cools down my forehead.
A wonderful way to cool down in an Arizona desert, a tantalizing and
captivating desire being fulfilled within, as life continues to live
in this barren desert here in Phoenix, Arizona.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem