Upon the fields and meadows
Saw I two black sheep
Alone, together
Feeding, side by side
And then evening was near
The shepherd
Slowly shaved the wool
Off one of them
And led it away
And now when I look into the fields
And meadows
Of my youth
All I see is one black sheep
Grazing alone…
Brother
I still miss you –
Except that the fields and meadows
Have become bare
And the second black sheep is gone too…
And the wind is cool
Upon the mountain-top…
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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Moments i find myself like your black sheep alone in a field of people..
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I think maybe I know what you mean…
Thank you for reblogging!
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Beautiful, my dear fellow poet.
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Thank you, my dear Friend..
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