THEY WHISPER TO US

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Philosophical poem.

 

THEY WHISPER TO US
Who knows how old these clouds are reminding of grey cliffs.
Only the stars can count their ages due to their immense speed.
Our ancestors come back to the Earth as they left here countless seeds.
Do we hear the sounds of their invisible feet?
They don't seem to be in a single street.
Oh, no, they aren't ghosts without eyes and lips.
They come to the Earth for nothing indeed.
They try to discover what they might have missed.
Our ancestors travel to the Earth as they left here their ink and quills.
They probably cherished this earthly life's gifts.
They whisper to us to cherish the minutes steering this life's wheel.

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