The Banks of the River

A poem, tranlsated…

The Wind Had, Flowed Through the River

The Drops of Water, the Wetness of It

Impregnated the Squashes

a river like this, perhpas???  Photo from online…

Made it Grow and Bore the Fruits

That Fishing Rod that’s Useless Complained

When Will You

Give Me a Fish

So, the purpose of the river, is not just to make the fishermen’s poles happy, it’s also, to bring life sources, to the surrounding environment, as this poem showed…

the catch out of a river, a gift to the people by the rivers, photo from online…


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