Prints (Cavatina) - Poem by Gert Strydom
(after Eve Merriam)
On all my fingers are some tiny whirls,
a own design
that is unique, part of me alone,
as when I sign
in the way I make my name as my imprint;
God did consign
some things like feelings, my flesh and my mind
that a person does in no other find.
[Reference: “Thumbprint” by Eve Merriam.]
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