Posted on September 4, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
These arms are worthless They are but twigs Covered with dry moss Easily trampled, broken Back to dust, back to dirt If I had the heart to care for you My limbs couldn’t, wouldn’t lift For lack of strength I attempt to hold you…
Category: PoetryTags: Hug, Life, Love, Nature, Poem, Poetry, Writing
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