I am taking the pale cheek out,
not for effect, I am searching for rays.
a skin swelled.

the sun is burning
with the heat,
is threatening with bubbles.

around green.
the sun is already squeezing tears.
on eyes I put leaves.

coolness of fresh water,
is restoring the will to live.
heat is teasing.

Maria Barbara Korynt

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-coolness-of-fresh-water/