Thorns
A Poem by Shards
weather worn
fine feathered
red eyes
exposed roots
looking raw
feed
fuel
fan
the fire
call out
judge
expose
the liars
wallow
swallow pride
an infant
in approach
experience
and attitude
laughable
© 2022 Shards
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Added on March 15, 2010
Last Updated on November 21, 2022
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ShardsSouth Africa
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