Where the river meets the sea,
I sail my paper boat.
It twist and turns
Through eddy currents,
I watch it as it floats.
It gets to the sand-filled stream
And slows to contemplate the waves;
How will it meander these
I wonder, it could take days and days.
At first I sat by the riverbank
But now sit on the sand daily,
To watch my little paper boat
On its maiden voyage sailing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let that little paper boat sail into imagination. I enjoy making things whenever I can, there’s something wonderful about your own creation and the love invested in making something those with a child’s glint can appreciate. Id give this a ten if my vote counted