It runs and it flows
with the ebb and the tide
still pools and rapids
sometimes hidden depths.
It's murky and it's clear
devoid of life, and full of it.
Fast and slow,
deep and shallow,
known and unknown.
Uncharted
as I navigate along this stretch
finding so many unexpected things
On the river of life.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Watery are your poems grand All of rivers, who needs land? very nice