It's flows cold and swift
Warms my heart
This ancient river
Comes from distance mountains
lost spring in the clouds
A trickle gathers
Meanders carelessly through earth
Making it's own way
Never ending is it's flow
Spilling into the salty abyss
It speaks to me
Pleasant is it voice
Calming, soothing
Worries flow away in the current
Peace descends
Ancient river shows
To meander through life
Making my own way
Being one with your soul
Till you to can flow
To eternitys glorious glow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely river if I may say so.