The River is from long ago ...
Through the valleys of crimson sky,
where the songs of sparrows are born
into the wild flowery path,
where I find my dreams...
The River is from our hearts,
where sorrows are flown away
like a gentle leaf on water.
It carries our dreams and despairs
-Into the valley of lemon scented orchards
-Into the horizon where our dreams are born
in the blue silver clouds..
To see The river flow fills our hearts with rain,
Eternal rains from heaven of dreams, of joys and of a life full of colours...!!!!
