Drifting wood tumbles,
Trapped in familiar streams,
Slow, graceful circles.
Borne on infinite waters,
Of distant oceans, it dreams.
Trapped in familiar streams,
Slow, graceful circles.
Borne on infinite waters,
Of distant oceans, it dreams.
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bravo alexander !!!
i enjoyed translating them into hindustani...
Thank you very much.
I am honoured to have an hindustani translation.
*curtesy*
this particular hindustani translation...
*bows*
to numerous other such cascading offerings from friends ~
"boughs" and "boughs" and "boughs" of blossoms
"Borne on infinite waters,
Of distant oceans," as "it dreams"...on and on and on...into eternity...