Master And Apprentice Poem by Clive Culverhouse

Master And Apprentice

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I ran naked
barefoot down streets
of stabbing stones

my blood
saved for this

he said he no longer
has the muscles
he used to

but when wind blows
it carries far, far away

Thursday, October 5, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor
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Master And Apprentice poem by Clive Culverhouse
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