Your Rivers Truth
burns clean the path
The Truth is all
that was ever asked
The tender lap
upon your shore
proves all is as
it was before.
When drink would
come from lips delight
tarry long upon the
words be write
When passion roared
as two both fed
in shades of tear
filled riverbeds
Lift her up
to be with you
walk the path
that marks the truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write. keep writing