Margot's poem about the painting
I am the scythe
I cut the cord
I reap the grain
I cut down everything when it is time
I am the wheel (can you see the wheel?)
I spin the fates, like a roulette game, the hands of a clock, when it is time
I am the sky, always here, always clear
Blue beyond clouds, beyond fate, blue beyond time
See another of Margot's poems, 'Reading Between the Lines'
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