We can repeatedly enter in streams,
But every time - in differring water…
And water returne isn’t possible – seems…
It flows onward, and lives us for ever…
In stagnant water may repeat to be
Falling in swamp or ruined in puddle,
In the same dirt is possible to plop
At night, under moon, in fervour and cold…
The Philosophers decided about that -
In mountain stream can’t be a dirt,
And river always washes from that…
But Marshes always soil by dirt…