She is Eve.
She was watering
trees from her sweat.
All of these are nothing to her
For she wants her trees to grow.
She has no everything,
and all the trees either.
But she gave all her sweat
for it to grow.
Soon the trees will be fruitful.
But there's nothing left to her
but her tears.
"My love, I did it for you
because I love you," she said.
When my fruits are ripened,
I'll give it to her.
And I will say,
"Thanks, my mother.
These are the fruits
from your sweat."
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Unheard Words
Poetry"Tʜᴇ sᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴜʀ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ. Iғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ." -- Unheard Words *Unheard Words is a collection of poems written in English. Disclaimer: Photo used in the cover is not m...
