Frightening are your currents eddy flow
cast me on lost doves with care.
The skirt of shore this river long so I must
cling sucking mouths of other fish
they wait on me.
Minnows other such deep water trouble
comes to them as well.
Gently gather with soft net take me home
with you I roam for all tommorrows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautifully, almost gracefully...10.... / Thanks/ B.w. Tsira