Knolls of potatoes glow like gold
spreading the shine of good harvest
fading in the dark of her eyes.
The bounty is a curse on her purse
for as long as she recalls
market grows slow
prices rule low
abundance eats away the toil.
Yet so long her breathes willed
she would come back to the field
feeding herself away
to the soil.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
Knolls of potatoes glow like gold
spreading the shine of good harvest
fading in the dark of her eyes.
The bounty is a curse on her purse
for as long as she recalls
market grows slow
prices rule low
abundance eats away the toil.
Yet so long her breathes willed
she would come back to the field
feeding herself away
to the soil.
Feb 26, 2017, 12.30 pm.
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