The gravedigger's little daughter reads a passage from a loose-leaf book sitting on a broken tomb
While her father digs a grave for a pauper.
'The cunning fox tells
That grape is bitter on the hills.'
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Bitter indeed. Your thoughts have painted a darkscape. Sad, but well written. Take care. Kind wishes, Sandra
Angst underpins this melancholy poem with its bitter kernel. Methinks you are in a pensive mood these days, Nimal. Such a sad poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥