White Ocean,
White River,
White Lake;
Learning by digging deep,
With the muse of your love.
Pool, tool, stool, cool!
Without the case of the fool around;
For, we need peace on this earth than,
With the muse of haterd and war.
Love!
To get the flowers to touch your heart;
With the muse of the beautiful river,
Flowing down joyfully with the muse of peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem