I never kept sheep,
But it is as if I did keep them
My soul is that of a shepherd,
It knows the sun and the winds.
And walks hand in hand through seasons
To follow and to hear.
All the peace of Nature without people
Comes to sit beside me.
But I get sad like a sunset
In our imagination,
When the cold falls on the plains
And we feel the night coming
Like a butterfly through a window.
But my sadness is calming
Because it is natural and just
And is that should be in the soul
When it knows it already exists
And the hands pick flowers without the soul noticing it.
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