The river flows
my river slowed down
went to the valleys
thinks and sifts through her memories
languidly through the meanders
silently rushes to her sea
my river used to be
a clear stream in the beginning
like a story from the mother's bosom
it hums softly like the words to her child
......
The river flows
my river slowed down
went to the valleys
thinks and sifts through her memories
languidly through the meanders
silently rushes to her sea
my river used to be
a clear stream in the beginning
like a story from the mother's bosom
it hums softly like the words to her child
......