The Veth Chants Its Glory Poem by Mohammad Younus

I saw a bird flying in my turbulent dreams!
The bird was tossed by the distressed winds!
The bird was flying towards its lost nest
The skies showered on it the moon dust
Until the golden glow of dawn was born in the sky
The bird saw the river Veth chanting its glory
The bird willed not to return to the ground
But rather kept watching this eternal river
Running down making sweet echoing music
The bird could not see the source of the Veth
The Veth moves on, and the bird watches on!

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