.Each year my hands look more like my fatherâs
Scars of a yesterday, but palms up to tomorrows
Knuckles dug in rusted earth to loose the saplings
Follow hollows to the trunks and wrap my arms around the sorrow
And the seeds that I will sow slow as the earth turns will be
The sna.
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