Matt Edelman

HAND

Withered, pockmarked like the moon.
Scars, from a life long gone,
Etched in, roads on the map of life.

The long fingers
Gnarled and strong,
As the branches of an ancient tree.

All give an air
Of forgotten nobility.




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