mine love

My heart has hardened in the years since;

if I am diamond now what was is mist,

coal dust scuttled in the mine too deep,

wet walls and heat condensed, the fog of sleep

beneath the stones of weeping;

where do men toil? In the earth,

to find the things they think of worth.

© 2018 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.

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