The Field of Forgiveness
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The field of forgiveness lies ripe and golden,
But my sickle has been broken
By the durity of time
And its unrelenting chime
Marking each kilometer
Until, at last, golden harvest is threshed by the Reaper.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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