Water maintains its freshness by not stagnating
It should flow as a river or stream
or dances with the wind
it turns itself to many forms
As ice, liquid or vapor
It can make itself as a drop of dew
Or fill an acre space
It fills itself to the tissues of a jelly fish
Or shapes the human form.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Camps This is a good piece of poetry