He waters the ground with patience, care.
He adds fertilizer and lays straw there.
He tends and tends and tears his hair,
But dead seeds won’t grow,
So the land stays bare.
July 14, 2017
He waters the ground with patience, care.
He adds fertilizer and lays straw there.
He tends and tends and tears his hair,
But dead seeds won’t grow,
So the land stays bare.
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