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by K.HBey
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2157166
When labor is broken because of the none evaluation of its holy meaning by someones.
The harvest:
Harvest when ready has been kept;

An amazing scarecrow takes it all in an easy tour.
Because harvests are used to be eaten by strangers;

In such dry ground water is forbidden;
In full mourning, it is crying vegetation death.
Labor is screaming for what it ought to be forever.

But it is put just a pledge for interests.
Labor that means both life and hope has been broken forever.

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