Tanka II
Through the eyes of life I looked in at my own heart: A long furrowed field Grown cement waiting for seed Baking in desolation.
Lewis Alexander
Through the eyes of life I looked in at my own heart: A long furrowed field Grown cement waiting for seed Baking in desolation.
The speaker looks inward through the eyes of lived experience and sees a heart that has gone barren. It is compared to a plowed field, prepared for planting, but cement has spread over it. Nothing can take root.
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