Our hands have dug in the same earth,
Blackened nails reveal the search,
For answers hidden deep within the soil,
Other lives have come and gone,
Just the surface walked upon,
But never reached the depths at which we toil,
We are in each other’s blood,
Shared sweat and climbed through mud,
Ever wondering what each of us is worth,
We share a mirrored fractured soul,
Neither one of us is whole,
We only know,
We dig in the same earth.
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Random Misanthrope 
Very nice! You know sometimes I have these weird moments where I realise I’m drinking the same water that the dinosaurs did. After all it is the same. We only have a finite amount of it and it keeps being cycled over and over.
well done, cool imagery, nice message. I totally enjoyed this, thank you! 🙂
happy gooseberry day!
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dig in the same earth,
lovely imagery…Thanks for sharing.
neither of us is whole,
agree, well painted imagery.
🙂
Very well written and the imagery was awesome. I have to agree with Miss Kitten about those moments when you realize that other people from half a century ago or more stood where you stood and looked up at the same sky.
Blessings!
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