h-j
60/M/American
To unearth my truth / I burrow deep to find my darkness / and cloak my fears with moss. / I, a rusty spade with splintered handle, / savor the loamy soil's softness, / the sun's life and wind's kiss / while hosting a tired honey bee. / Thank you hello poetry.
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