Madrason writer

Bronze Star - 2,910 Points (24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

The Hands Of Time - Poem by Madrason writer

I see the dry desert sands
the stripes on my hands
the strength of the skin
i ve been born in
dust is collecting
grey lines connecting
-he keeps rejecting-
the lifetime
the lifeline
now i recognise
i have to realise,
visualising
that i too
..........am,
could be him.


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20-04-2013 Madrason

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 20, 2013


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