Tiller

He swims in mud under the scorching sun

His face wet with hardworking sweat

Dirt and soil soothe his hands

Drains the youth from it, too

He toils and only  rests

When the sun bids adieu.

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Author: doreenmariaclara

I 'write' in the shower, like any normal person.

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