Poem -

Razor Sharp

Razor Sharp

My blade fell
As you approached me
But I picked it up again

What choice did I have
A blunt or two
Didn't carve any indifference

Between my blades eye
And your own
The steely glint catches light

Its steel cold frame is a comfort
It quenches my fire

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Tony Taylor

Hey SAYA!!.....I really enjoyed the stream of consciousness darting to and fro between the cold steel and light......dancing in the flow of your succinct and well crafted phrasing!!......ALL STARS!!.....well done dear poet sister!!.....LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘โœดโœดโค