purge me of
disgrace,
wipe stains from
my stained glass face..
hides not my
age,
relieve all
punctured parts
that flaunt the
freshest
marks
on oak bark
carved.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
purge me of
disgrace,
wipe stains from
my stained glass face..
hides not my
age,
relieve all
punctured parts
that flaunt the
freshest
marks
on oak bark
carved.
hands in the garden 
awesome poem Anthony! ❤
Thanks for the lovely feedback Carol Anne