Thursday, 7 April 2016

156 Harvest

As my Dreams
Fall ripe and rich
From the bough
What
Fate
Befalls
The Fruits of my Labour

Are they planted deep,
In soft, moist earth?

Or do they just
Rot and fade away?

©Kim Magennis 2016
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