I go to sit by the stream
Under the winter sun
To talk to myself and dream
I watch the duck swimming
Birds falling into water
Shaking plumes and flying
I think about life gone
About falling in love
About losing and mourn
I dream of a life ahead
The twists and turns
About living and dead
Life to me is a mystery
It runs through joy and sorrow
Till soul from bodies gets free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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