Tender Strings Poem by Sharron Stephenson

Tender Strings



To pull the strings from the edge of,
A bleeding soul. The stare of a dull,
Moment through the glass of daring,
Tears.
The cut of a blade across the weeping,
Leaves of a knitted heart. A tender,
Touch. A smile of love and sweetness,
Sends the laughter and warmth to the,
Ones recall of happier days.

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