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124 · Jan 2018
Callous (a terza rima)
Nikola Nastoski Jan 2018
Breathtaking feelings when their hands first met,
Eternal bonds formed within an instant,
Alas she hadn’t felt his calluses yet,

Calluses which made his hands too resistant,
Each like a brick in an unscalable wall,
Futile climbing attempts left them both distant,

Desperate to hold on before losing it all,
His callus hands cut her soft ones too deep,
Time apart went by, yet love did not fall,

Attempting to stop his loved ones weep,
His calluses removed for skin to renew,
But once again the climb to love too steep,

Despair as his now soft hands from hers withdrew,
For time had healed her hands, but calluses grew.
First attempt at a poem, let me know what you think!

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