The water
is flowing
with rage, 
it splashes
and bubbles, 
hurtles and
troubles, 
anyone 
who is 
near.
The water 
is flowing
downstream, 
pulling
pebbles, 
pinecones, 
and people.
It's roaring 
in the ears 
of the raftors, 
who are hollering
to be heard
over
the white
foaming
water.                
I read this poem in a dream sublime then sublime now keep up the good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful imagery and use of words. You have a real gift for poetry