Southern sun as a golden clay
Rotating swiftly in potter’s wheel
Gaining the speed heads towards May
Everything’s burning, tempering steel

Wettened soil billows its chest
Inhaling the warmth, exhaling with herbs
In a cauldron of witch all sprouts interlace
Flavored with sparrow’s animate chirps

Boiling broth of all species and breeds
Overbrims thickly whipped up with yeast
All that was lost, rises up out of seeds
Announcing renewal of this endless feast.

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