Divine strength germinates
Fundamental are the healthy grains in broken bodies
Lightly crushed with hoofs of gratitude and honor
Then there is life
But where the barns burn
So does the hope
That suffocates all nourishment
As locusts spy the resources
And in glee with prevailing winds
they swarm in union
a gifting to them
Once on the surface, they spread like fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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