when in the mine
you shake your head
at how hard
the work is.
the darkness,
the damp floors
and walls.
the endless chipping
at a mountain
from the inside
out. and when
the work ends,
how you long
for it again,
to feel the weight
of the hammer
in your hand.
you shake your head
at how hard
the work is.
the darkness,
the damp floors
and walls.
the endless chipping
at a mountain
from the inside
out. and when
the work ends,
how you long
for it again,
to feel the weight
of the hammer
in your hand.
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