Rhythmically bouncing along, extracting many issues, throwing them into cauldrons and set afire.
Often taking a backseat to watch the smoke rise - it appears as prayers rising to heaven's gardens.
Leaving nothing to the imagination, contributing a sense of accomplishment to life as it happens on a daily basis.
Conferring with innate intellect, coming together in thoughtful words,
knowing we'll all meet on the other side, beyond earth's black curtains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem