Night Soil

A little night digging.

Turning the soil,

in desperation;

her ring,

her dirty hair.

I call this love;

To toil for her.

Shallow, always shallow.

The ground is hard,

the dirt; rocky.

Sleep... sleep sound.

I love you.

Reviews

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I enjoyed the earthy tones in this, with an unexpected ending, like reaching gold. Fool's gold maybe.

[.......]

deep powerful and emotional piece.

[Umbra]

This makes me think. At first I was thinking grave digging, towards the end I was wondering...
I enjoyed the image it gave me in my head. Great job! :)