September 2, 2013 by William Leed
Life will surely mold us
even if it’s only with hands
blistered for intent.
Posted in Poetry | Tagged blistered, hands, intent, life, mold, poem, poetry, talking leaves, william leed | 1 Comment
yeah life does that sometimes..
we keep on yelling but it does its work and leave us to realize it’s for later times.
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