Farm Land

A farm land churned

and over cropped

Fruits of labor plucked year to year

I have no regrets

I’ve fed and nurtured

new life I’ve cradled vulnerable

seedlings not yet ready for the rays

of light that

brighten and burn

Tucked away silent inside

warm dark loved

A symbolic womb with a pulse

pulse pulse

-Saschia

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