the abundant grains wait the harvester to
ripe the fallen staff, as the rushing wind hurdle the
muddy field of hay; waiting the bird to pick and
pickle
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a beautiful title..with wonderful meaningful images..excellent verses..
'let the abode of the heart, is the number one, for only the heart will come to window the shadow of the battle field of today'... truthful words Anto...well told...poetic...thanks...10