Please Handle With Care
My poems are fragile,
please handle with care
Protect them from sunlight,
and people who stare
The paper is brittle,
like parchment of old
The words penned in blood,
speak of nightmares untold
Cradle the stories,
and words of desire
Don't let them wander,
or get close to the fire
Keep them from danger,
and always be fair
My poems are fragile,
please handle with care.
Copyright © Wayne Emerson Tidwell | Year Posted 2008
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