Based on Emily Dickinson
The fish doesn't see the fisherman -
Floats - carelessly past
Free in the sky a cloud,
but who moves them so fust?
A grass soars in the autumn split
Flowers fades without the sun,
but the tree is so easily
touches the branches to it.
A mouse under the stone,
The rivers runs down mountains
Birds fly above the rooftops
But stars are not there place.
If though the Sky - will open,
the Sun - instead a roof:
But tell me, tell me what is proof,
What is the proof of love?
© Copyright: Айра Дж Морис, 2025
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