reflecting shadows
puddles of water on fields
workers in sedge hats
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fields filled with water
men descends to place seedlings
gilded performers
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women in kasa
traditional performance
the paddies planted
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bow down in prayer
planting the mother earth’s womb
promising fine crops
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young girls singing songs
hoping for a good harvest
time for festival
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aura of dances
enhanced crop’s vitality
melodies in air
* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 220
A scarlet painting on the sky
dotted with the white wisps of cloud
like the blood that taints the shroud
of the corpse with a smile so wry
one could hear the sound of the cry
emanating somewhere from the crowd
dotted with the white wisps of cloud
a scarlet painting on the sky
the corpse’s skin would wither by
but what about the promise he vowed
the seed, in the womb of his love, he sowed
towards the sky, gaze upon, her eye
a scarlet painting on the sky.
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