For you see the end of night at morning
Heads so big
Legs so thin
Stomachs so round
Your eyes have seen every mourning
Barren lands
burning throats
dying spirits
Wind resonating through flute thin bodies
The piper
The jester
The reaper
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It actually made me shiver. Profound and extremely powerful.