The Sheep
The day of birth
I fell into the labyrinth of the prairie
So I knew
I am a sheep
Among the vast flocks of sheep
Fall from one maze to another
The gaze occasionally crosses the prairie
Look up slightly
There is no dazzling Big Dipper
There are no lonely shepherds
There are no traces of the road
Gliding without birds
even
No days
No sea
The end of the horizon is just a vast expanse of ash
Loneliness filled the fog and choked into his eyes
The cloud on the other side of the mountain was like a silent boulder
But why do stones have tears?
I turned my head and buried my head in the plush
I closed my eyes
Clouds turned into seas
It became a prairie
It became a huge labyrinth
Clouds look like millions
More often, it's just the cloud
But I know
The cloud has the same sound
Silence has the same meaning
Tears have the same temperature
In the labyrinth of the prairie
Is there a sheep that is also looking up?
Maybe I can see it
Probably not
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