The river flows, Murmuring secrets untold, Through valleys and hills, It carves a path eternal.
Reflection in the waters, Where the sky meets the earth, A tapestry of colors, Woven in ripples of time.
- Władysław Broniewski
The river flows, Murmuring secrets untold, Through valleys and hills, It carves a path eternal.
Reflection in the waters, Where the sky meets the earth, A tapestry of colors, Woven in ripples of time.