Carving Stories by Tommy Antrez

My pen carves gracefully / Like sharp blades on / Winter ice, /

My pen carves gracefully
Like sharp blades on
Winter ice,
Sculpting frozen water into
Words leaving open wounds
On these pages,
Priceless stories on an ageless stone
With imprints of my hands for
You to clutch,
Like a miser
For his gold.

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