River rises, butterflies snuggle in her banks,
sparrows settle by the sunflowers, scorched.
A dragonfly nips the water, the wind combs
the rice fields, yellow and green.
River is idle, scabby rubbish clings to her banks;
She scorns the sun.
River rushes, heavy clouds drown her,
She soars, like sirens.
River sleeps, ripples reduce moon to small man,
He trembles.
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