The river flows quietly, Carrying stories of old, Singing its silver songs To the stones and the reeds.
Here, the world rests, in silence, And the wind paints pictures On the canvas of the valleys, A breath of the earth’s heart.
- Daniil Kharms
The river flows quietly, Carrying stories of old, Singing its silver songs To the stones and the reeds.
Here, the world rests, in silence, And the wind paints pictures On the canvas of the valleys, A breath of the earth’s heart.