Cultivator Poem by crystal clear

Cultivator



here is mom
there sleeps faa
i cannot but weep
i cannot attend
i see their shadow
when i go to the meadow
the honest labor cultivation
when dad and mom in action
job's diversification
made a fraction!

Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: grave
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