Harvest.

is it cold there on wet soil?

do your boots sink in the mud as your weighed down shoulders tend to the field?

when you peer out across the crops does the morning dew bring you joy or sadness?

and when that fall breeze passes by can you hear the whispering of my heart that beats for us?

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~ by kagomesakura on September 27, 2012.

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