NATURE Poem: River Mouth, by Lior Maayan

At dawn
Waking up slowly
His mouth, busy last night, is silent.
A boat sailor is sleeping in his boat
Few other vessels are tied on the water,
While untied vessels sail down there to the big ghat downstream.
Far away in the white the other bank is forever desolate
The skyline becomes clear out of a mask of rising ashes
through heaven’s mirror, on it
Day by day coming
Through. Heaven’s mirror, on it
The skyline becomes clear out of a mask of rising ashes
Far away in the white. The other bank is forever desolate
While untied vessels sail down there. To the big ghat downstream
Few other vessels are tied. On the water
A boat sailor is sleeping in his boat.
His mouth, busy last night is silent,
Waking up slowly
At dawn.

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