In Vice of Time

Written by: Aleh Barysau

Like sappy fruit
in vice of time,
the slobber root -
top cut by knife.

Thick drops in pot
down slowly trickle,                                                         
hold firmly cup,
set off a ripple.
Must hoe one`s row,   
Time, here, I see,
for muck and Your
fruit`s marc will be. 

(translated from Russian)

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