Ode to Farmer

He stared at the horizon

stabbing the hoe to the ground, he looked up:

O seasons, where is your statement?

He sat

knees bent, he caress the soil which

he flatter

this is just the beginning: we will keep going

He stared at the lush of foliage

brown, pooled on the parched plain

O wind, give me a promise!

He sat cross-legged, set his breathing

I am falling in love to this land

give me a baby

a handsome,

the huge one

then the wind sough

bring dry leaves, dust

to the holes of dry arid land

then the rain poured, heavy, floody

he still there, kneeling on the fog:

“I am longing for this for long long time!”

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