The clay is charred.
De novo! To give a new effigy.
To blow the command,
This time!
The form will be 'the lovely.'
The flag bearers are forging ahead on their path.
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