Maybe…

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-30

…there’re days by the field,

from morning to the night

It’s a hard work to do, 

heavy duty without a fight

There’re sweat and tears, 

from the sun to the moon

Early start, nothing to say,

only an hour to the noon

There’re lives underground, 

from the plant to the grape

Cold water fills the throat, 

to shine, live and get in shape

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