Blood stained hands

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Blood stained hands

Blood stained hands
The only thing you left me with
Blood stained hands

Cold dark night
The time of your last breath
Cold dark night

Dark damp Earth
Covers you now hidden in plain sight
Dark damp Earth

Silent laughter
A smile on my face and joy in my heart
Silent laughter

No marker
Forever forgotten in this place you are
No marker

Blood stained hands
A happy memory at last warms my soul
Blood stained hands

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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