Poems ✍️
  19.04.2026
  4

Author: Amberlee Carter

Late Sunday Afternoon...Or Early Evening

right now someone
measures his portion of daily bread, drinks
the wine from last year's crop and knows
whichever way the balance sways,
his piece of grave will outweigh
the amount of his craddle.


  mortality Inevitability balance

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