Tuesday, February 22, 2022

Harvest


You reap the field,
Where I sow my thoughts!
You ate the fruit,
Which I washed to speak!
You drank the ale,
Where I stroked the waves!
You looted the field,
Where my sweat bloom!
You are the gatherer,
Who harvested my crops!
You are the thief,
Who review my harvest!
           
               

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