Where have all the memories gone?
When festivals turn into wars
The beliefs become facts,
The wood cracks and breaks,
And you leave your chamber.
Now fly through the walls,
Fly so that mercy enters the heart.
The rugged ruins glow like diamonds
That display themselves with intelligence.
A cephalic ceremony resides on the facade,
Aqueous brothers have dined on them.
There found is a drapery, for consulting this
An event exists, but these savages swear
To their demigod the cry for war and peace
Simultaneously like two birds with two wings each.
The contest is strong.
The residence lines the area, light has prevailed
Like the closing of a sin and a deed of health.
It must be the angry sun so starry in the sky,
Tenaciously it climbs and rids us of merciful events.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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