The Promise

The Promise

Sun sets... 
on heat seared skin
yet they labour.
by a promise
on hope
Lost to the poor.
drifts away like a sweet forgotten dream
nothing now comes this way
all that remain
Wet dirt 
clinging like the promise of a new harvest to come.

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