River’s Whisper The river flows gently, a silver thread, Whispering tales of the life it’s led. Through meadows and valleys, it hums a tune, Nature’s own melody, beneath the moon.

Reflecting the sky in twilight’s embrace, Each ripple a story, a time-lost trace. Here by its banks, I find solace, a balm, In the river’s soft whisper, a moment of calm.

• Alexei Kruchyonykh