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I've always admired the hands of a poet fragile, yet capable of telling the most breathtaking stories and writing down the most frightful thoughts in the form of ravishing metaphors so no one really gets how dreadful they really are the hands of a poet can take you to a place that’s constructed out of time and illusions the hands of a poet can lift you up and make you fly they can take you to the only place that they would call shelter I’ve always admired the hands of a poet because they can form the letters so resolutely while the words are still pondered about they can make words look like they’re on the right place the hands of a poet aren’t as damaged as their feelings and unlike the mind of a poet, they age until the poet can’t write the beautiful thoughts down anymore
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
The Hand of a Poet
I've always admired the hands of a poet fragile, yet capable of telling the most breathtaking stories and writing down the most frightful thoughts in the form of ravishing metaphors so no one really gets how dreadful they really are the hands of a poet can take you to a place that’s constructed out of time and illusions the hands of a poet can lift you up and make you fly they can take you to the only place that they would call shelter I’ve always admired the hands of a poet because they can form the letters so resolutely while the words are still pondered about they can make words look like they’re on the right place the hands of a poet aren’t as damaged as their feelings and unlike the mind of a poet, they age until the poet can’t write the beautiful thoughts down anymore
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chellequezon
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
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