Hands Of A Stranger Poem by Mark Hopwood

Hands Of A Stranger



When I look in the mirror
All i see is a stranger
People and places and faces get stranger.

When I look in my hands
I see the lines
They all mean something
But nothing to me.

Saturday, July 16, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: places,mirror
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