Footprints in the Snow

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The octopus
Has ink for blood
It’s said
And we
Have poetry
That courses through our veins
When all remains are left
Our bones are moaning with the rumble
Of the tumbling of words
The avalanche of hurts
And hopes our holy soul
Is just a word you know
A code of loaded
Life exploded out
Upon the page we wrote
Our way upon and left
Like footprints in the snow

© K Barr
NB/ written in response to a post by Business in Rhyme http://businessinrhyme.com/2015/12/14/daily-verse-with-purpose-mark-strand/#comments

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