The River
Everyday runs to freedom
Unceasingly escapes mountains traps
Fires rainbows over the waterfalls
Grows up powerful gathering orphaned streams
Rushes in and breaks the wild rocks
It is in mountains but wants the plain.
Everyday runs to freedom
When goes down its voice is tired out
The flat space curbs his leap
Its water soiled from towns’ garbage
It is in plain now but longing for the mountains.
Everyday runs to freedom
When reaches the sea
It loses the name.
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