The beaver builds a wall to cease the water
Instinct is the life of a conformist
Like a dam being released, the water begins to flow
The water flows faster and faster until it comes to a halt
The wall is once again, built to cease the flow of the water
The beaver's work endlessly cycles
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Izzy. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.