A man’s reflections

“The Sun moves round the Earth,” you told me,
“So it is for us although you do not want to realize it.”

And I move with my sunny thoughts round you only.

I hope you place the leaf of the tree on my window.
I think you kiss me with the drops of summer rain.
I imagine that you fly with the snowflakes in winter.
Sometimes I look at the sky with attention.

Maybe I will find you in the clouds too.

“The Sun moves round the Earth.”

I was sure that the earth always moved round the sun
Before you left me in a pique one usual day.