Next
Fresh air
Called again,
I drove far away.
On both sides,
Were mountains,
River ran all along.
Finally…
Parked on side,
Went to farm,
Behind fence,
Few lambs,
Some horses,
All grazed!
Sat and watched,
Looked at them.
In my mind
Talked with them.
Closed eyes,
And opened.
All heads down
Same went on!
They grazed…
My heart was,
Among them!
We were marked:
"It belongs…"
While waiting
I felt shocked:
"What is next?
When happens? "
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