Burnt by the day time,

As it’s terribly hot,

I cursed today’s clime

About winter I thought.

Nights come with cool stars

It looks I can dream:

If apple-trees blossom on Mars,

What can be moved by steam.

Shut-eye can’t meet with my thoughts,

Confuses them, not letting me sleep.

Is it the nature’s faults?

Why does it hot days keep?

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