In the reflection of river,
Sun may have taken the lead,
While on arch of the leap,
Need you no longer to shiver,

Brace for another turned luck.
Just in reflection of river,
Dance with no press to deliver,
Carried by flickers of arts.

Ripples have torn been apart
By an inevitable chanting,
Gurgling, as banks keep it stranded,
Aiming for distant old mouth,

Gorgeous wavering sea.
Look, it's your smiling reflection!
May be, in wisest dimension,
May be, just chosen to be.

June 2024