BY THE RIVER BANK

By the river bank At the forest edge The sun goes down.   Water turns gold, And sky orangey.   Columns of white herons Perch on a tall tree top For the night’s caress.   Soon…

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UPON DYNA BRIDGE

It was noon, but the rays mellow and soft! Let’s stand awhile on Dyna Bridge, dear, under which River Torsha moaned meandering naked, unabashed!   Timid rays fell on its sickle body, and It gleamed, and…

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