Sitting on a boat,
in a tranquil river,
early in the morning.
Two suns. One in the sky,
the other, reflected in the water.
Blue skies, not a cloud in sight.
Mountains, covered in trees.
A train track runs along the shore.
After a long train comes, quiet.
The gentle slapping of water.
The light rocking of the boat.
Hours go by, in peace,
these beautiful days,
when the river is calm,
and welcoming.
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