The earth hard and soft puts food on the table. She swallows the seedlings tender and gives birth at harvest season.
Thick sweats running down my beard like raindrops. My palms adorned with scary
blisters and bloody sores.
Countless days under the hot scorching sun. Nights of waiting like a pregnant
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A nice poem, Uche. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks