The rhythm of the river rushes to my eyes pushes and drags every thought that comes to rest by its side River of one colour retrieving and returning withholding and rushing never still it rustles stones whispers with its transparent ink.
The rhythm of the river rushes to my eyes pushes and drags every thought that comes to rest by its side River of one colour retrieving and returning withholding and rushing never still it rustles stones whispers with its transparent ink.