The Palm Of My Hand Poem by Nick Hilton
The Palm Of My Hand
Rating: ★4.4
The lines cross like motorways,
And the rain leaves splashes on the roads,
There are no cars,
Just the pen,
Coating the paper in ink,
As sweat drips of my palm,
And splashes like bullets onto the paper.
Friday, January 21, 2005
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Herbert Nehrlich1
21 January 2005
I have had the experience of that, thinking almost the same, bullets and all. Good poem H
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4/24/2024 6:58:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Nick...very nice read. Yes...I have felt this also...very nice read. You have very neatly captured this in precise wording.... Lare Austin