Standing on the edge of the river I threw it
I threw it and I knew
As far as my five year old arms would allow me
I threw it and I knew
Even as it left my fingertips I threw it and I
knew, no god of mine could ever bring it back
Standing on the edge of the river I jumped
my sister’s brother jumped
As far as my five year old legs would allow me
I jumped in and I knew
Even as I left my footprints I jumped in and I
knew, no god of mine could ever bring me back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem