River of life, flow in the sun lights
awaking the sleeping dew,
shining like tears of roses
at the ruby morning,
nests by the hopping robin.
Rivers of life in the silent brass moon
hooting owl lights
between shining lost stars
in the onyx night.
The soil breath,
hug by wild ivy heads
hatching endless path,
as far as amaranth shades
to the land of Aides.
Rivers of life.
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