A Wooden Doll Poem by Nanashino Ryu

A Wooden Doll



A hand looked down on an arm.
"I'm so skillful, and very useful.
Your shape is only straight.
You can grasp nothing, you can make nothing"
After the arm was in a bad feeling,
the palm and fingers have shriveled.

Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: arm
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