I sit down at my desk
Prick my finger and bleed
Blood spills across the page
Slowly the red forms into words
My life
My joy
My sorrow
My pain
Spilled across the well worn page
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Snapshots: One Poem is Worth a Thousand Photos
PoetrySome short poems that are written mostly in my head in bed and then written down here. In most of the poems, I try to capture (photograph) emotions in words... Enjoy!
