Dried hard unbeaten soil,
Scrunchy, crump! The hole’s threnody,
Plunges the palms blain.
Grains of sweat wet the soil,
Mackling destiny windy snaky,
Where life begs the crimpy gain.
But I’ve lived, I breathed the soil,
And tasted toil’s penny
Where lives grow and failures grain.
(21/07/2022)
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