Rages

Bending the blade

The basket, the weaver

Turning the tide

The lover, the giver

Tilling the soil

For growth or griever

Life is an answer

What does it show

Care is a question

What does it know

About a river

With no ocean

Off the ground

Without a sky

Less of itself

No more do I

Or making love

For unpaid wages

So the price

Your jealous rages

 

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