this brass works are amazingly shiny
i can't resist to trace with my fingers
admiring the artistry and workmanship
spread eagle holding sharp arrows
those arrows are trying to bring peace
so we can enjoy our hugs and kisses
flags gently waving with easterly wind
we are heading towards rising sun
so beautiful; big ball of flaming orange
we never get tired looking; mesmerize
it brings mystic feelings of stone age people
they come to worship with expensive offerings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem