A White Rose in the Wind

Black earth spreads the
darkness of the time.

Rope and knot sway
in the breeze as it changes.

Vast fields echo the words
of the student and the judge,

stern, furrowed lines
laid down with sentence.

Dark crops eagerly await
their deep red feed.

A drop, then a snap,
and swaying silence follows.

Black earth spreads the
darkness of the time.

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