the river run pass the the land
taking your wishes in it stride
pass flowers of different colours
and rocks of different shapes
under old brigdes
and brigdes of new
where it takes my wishes
pass the mountins of snow
through the night
when sky is clean
and the river reflexs the the beauty
of the star light glow
the river run through the day
and skys of blue
where it takes my wishes
straight to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wishful and beautiful... : D