Hands Stained Ink Poem by Adam M Snow
Hands Stained Ink
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Hands stained ink
of black and red.
On the brink
of what was said,
"To entwine our fate
before all is dead,
that which drives elate,
be without dread."
But oh weary hearted,
that from which the fingertips bled.
Lest not your words departed,
that your canvas be fed.
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: ink,poem,poet,poetry,red
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