The clay is charred,
De novo! To give a new effigy.
The heat is sweltering to blow the command.
This time!
The form will be of the lovely.
Rising flags are forging ahead,
A knock on the door.
This promise is for you.
Just hold fast!
To the covenant that was made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem