Originally posted on Geetha Balvannanathan’s Blog: Wuthering Waters 3 November 2016 Courtesy pinterest.com ? Stigmata Remnants of the blood Oozing free From my wrists Open palms where there were fists The fruit in the tree ? Of life’s shades We gathered sunsets From rewards To regrets One hand gives the other gets Highways from…
via Wuthering Waters — johncoyote
