Hazrin in white shirt, loosened button.
Saltiness covered his back, dampening cotton.
We sought for wind, small shades at least,
Like hiding from a vicious fiery beast.
Even Fadzli wasn't having a cool day,
The exhaustion he and the boys display,
Necktie loosened, but everything's okay,
The day's still long. Escape? No way.
-Day's Heat, by Farah Ain-
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