Without burning
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It is not good to
Burn buried under the smoke
There is no light at all
And will stink
There will be a little fire inside
But no one pays attention
Black heavy smoke
Proximity will not be liked either
Occasionally a few explosions
It's not without flames
Slowly it dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even though covered with dull ash it holds the warmth tearing the chilly winters and curbed the cold nights for the Shepherds and even the poor.