Red Lines Poem by Walter C. Edwards
Red Lines
Red lines, on my work,
blood upon the printed page,
I try so hard to get everything,
done to perfection,
but I am not perfect,
so, neither are you.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Work
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5/6/2024 12:15:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Actually, I'm a believer that no one is perfect. I believe human perfection doesn't exist. I like it this way! : -) A nice write!