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Come, Dwell in my Heart

Come, Dwell in my Heart In this little piece, I have tried to capture one deeply personal idea: “Come, enter my heart; when You are here, ...

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Musings from farms

Farmhands moved away,
Lured by the glitz of cities,
hopes of better work.
Mother earth left deserted,
Coffee and jobs both erased.

Wild weeds aplenty,
Travails lost to empty nests.
The bosom, untilled,
Several genus trampled.
Empty percolators stare.

Reminiscent farmlands abound.



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4 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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