An authentic poem by AIJUKA EDWIN

The wise old Sage, with grey in his hair,Juggled fire with nimble care.On the streets he would busk,His skills a sight not to be hushed. With a twirl and a spin,He juggled fire, not to win.But to show the young and old,That wisdom can be bold. For in his eyes, a flame did glisten,A spark […]

The Sage Juggles Fire