POEM: An Indescribable Load of Crop

Patience is the mother of awe virtues, offering a yield that pays off in due time.

An Indescribable Load of Crop

He grew to learn
That awareness sucks
That dis comfort
Of this ground of mine
Being plowed
Teaching me
A patient in awe that hospital
Soully to harvest
From an indescribable load of crop
To relax
And yield

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