Solitude of ones soul
finding peace within
its a beautiful thing
an endless flowing river
where the mind heart and soul
drifts into unknown spaces
as one vessel
What it finds when flowing
is nothing and everything
simply resting, breathing
on its own wings
So many stories written
how the river flows
the only story that is true
may be found in its own virtue
no other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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