The river in the lava
In a blue dream
she lingers alone
frolicly playing
on strings and rapids
and playfully splashing
the gray stone
in a still pool
the speed reduced
with modest charm
the river murmurs
continually reborn
and marvelous
she practices the art
which is the fairest
from ancient fire
resonance is made
I hear the sound
in my heart
I hear the sound
in my heart
By Einar Georg
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