Poem of A River Runs Through It

　　What touches the heart?

　　'I am haunted by water'

　　River runs through it

　　The words of life

　　And the patience

　　As a fine fishman

　　His secret of Arts

　　I only understand very little

　　In every partial of littleness

　　It is one drop of the river

　　It runs through

　　The world of lives

　　That is it?

　　A touch