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Prints

Prints

Fingerprints exist amidst dust and ash,
Firewood, cutlery, handles and cold cash.
Light switches and stitches of loom in shirt and tie,
Book covers, coffee spoons and whiskey in rye.

Intricate web of prints reprint in time,
Layer upon layer of our mark long in prime.
Passing through the cosmos, an echo through age,
Random scatter in shatter succumbed to pure rage.

In trace enlaced we come together as one,
Overlapping, surpassing since time had once begun.
We leave a mark, a whisper lost and free,
Our prints on life are left in guarantee.

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Simon Bromley

Thank you.Β  Was struggling to come up with something today and then it just came to me.Β  Thank you for your support.

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Simon Bromley

Thank youΒ  shallΒ  give it a tryΒ  next time.Β 

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Ian William

Lovely rhythm and flow throughout, with an excellent choice of words.

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Marion

Love the idea of this...that our prints are everywhere...of course they are. ..long after we have gone. Made me think xx

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Simon Bromley

Thank you Marion.Β  Its cool to thinkΒ  if isn't it.Β  We all leave our printsΒ  behind.

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Punzy

I loved every second of reading this one. Absolutely agree. Fantastic imagery.Β 

R

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