All That's Left Is To Go Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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In the shade of olive trees and surrounded by lambs,
having on himself the heaven that delights all
and frightens, the shepherd, severe in his analyses
and strict on the trails, suffocates thoughts
if you think they're underweight. Little stones roll
from the place where he lay down, and that leads him to think
in how humans, by their own attitudes,
by their own hands, or by the hands of others,
roll through life. Yes, the shepherd sees, and gets tired
and scratch one leg, get up. Behind him
goes the Nothing, in front, nobody knows. All that's left is to go.




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DeepL.com, Deutschland. March 2020