Crooked Hands

A Poem by Sage

My first entry: a brief poem I wrote a few years ago; maybe the 8th grade.

Bending over, breathing rust

immersed in sap, a wicked lust

Let go of the past

Reach for the sky

Soften your grasp

Of crooked hands

© 2013 Sage

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Added on December 17, 2013
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Sage

San Francisco, CA

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I am 17 years young; a Junior in high school in San Francisco, CA. I was born in Montreal, and have since the age of four been living elsewhere in the U.S. I would love to someday be a writer and/or a.. more..