Nabia

How inspiring it is -
Water, clear and cold,
It touches our souls,
Within in power grows.

Blue strings of rivers and streams,
Are crying out the silence,
And in long, dreadful dreams,
They cross emerald highlands.

I am the lady of rivers,
My mind is cold and pure,
And my eternal wisdom
Flies above the hemisphere.

© Maryna Tchianova

©  A tribute to Nabia, a goddess of rivers in Gallaecian and Lusitanian mythology


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