"BLACKEARTH, black
earth, you, matrix
of hours,
desperation:
Something that was born to you
from the hand and its wound
recloses
your chalices.
THE WINEMAKERS dig
the clock of dark hours,
one deep clod after another..."

Poet • Ukraine • 21st century

• Earth
• goblets
• Winegrowers

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