Crooked HandsA Poem by Sage My first entry: a brief poem I wrote a few years ago; maybe the 8th grade. Bending
over, breathing rust immersed in
sap, a wicked lust Let go of
the past Reach for
the sky Soften your grasp Of crooked
hands
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Added on December 17, 2013 Last Updated on December 17, 2013 Tags: crooked, hands, trees, fingers, poem, sadness, resentment, instability, anger, hurt, poetry, brief, short poem, teenager Author
SageSan Francisco, CAAboutI am 17 years young; a Junior in high school in San Francisco, CA. I was born in Montreal, and have since the age of four been living elsewhere in the U.S. I would love to someday be a writer and/or a.. more..Writing
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