The river
Where does the water comes from?
Where is it going?
I always want to follow the rivers
I’m a child again
If I may cross a river over a small bridge
I’m bubbling with joy
To the thought
The silence of the water
The power of the water
The movement
Fast
Slowly
The movement over the stones
Around the stones
In the river
Ingrained
Flattened
Rounded
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