The ever flowing river of life gushes forth on the banks of time.
And for some, the weight bears down with a force unwieldly
and roars with the sound of waves,
reverberating throughout the soul
and echoing over the corridors of the mind
like water ripples over rocks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! I love this! I have a poem called Ripples of Grief that you might like if you want to read it.