On a stun amid grass sat I
Watching the crimson colours fading by
Drawn by the waters,
They, slipping and murmuring as they slid away
To the endless chambers
The birds explode into song
Diving into the air then flying low to the waters
Skiing gleefully
Cheer penetrating in their spread wings
How sweet!
Sitting on that stun
I feel something stirring within
Elusive, irking
It arouses ripples of emotion
From the heart
How fantastic is thy sight
It makes me short of terms, with which to express
Utterly magical
The kind that you can watch for a thousand years
Without fatigue
Sweet Sweet River
Thy sweetness is doubly sweet!
O river! How I long thee
To watch thee until the wrinkles appear
Then tucked in the dust
Mutie Oscar Ghitto
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