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The dark feminine grows on the last plot of land
Earthed amidst tall wheat and barley,
Simple men try slicing her down at the root,
Their sweat glistens in the setting sun
As they throw their strength in vain
Yet she smiles mercifully, rising regardless
Weeping oceans of amber.
About the Creator
Ally Whiterock
Truth seeker. Perpetual disciple of the mystery. Star gazer. Good food lover. Mother. Lover. Accidental orientalist. Sometimes Shaman.
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