Down from the glaciers upon the hills,
Descend the waters cold and chill,
To water the arid and grassy plains,
And then to join the oceans again,
With a mission to fly up to skies,
To condense there into snow crystals,
To fall on highlands and hills again,
The water goes on running so,
On its predetermined circular flow
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully penned composition. Truly amazing.....10+++