Veins bulge upwards out of your rugged hands, criss-crossed with lines,
Pumping hardworking blood around your body,
Your blood, my blood,
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Sal, the contrast of the heavy knife digging into the light ash is near perfect, the rough hands carving out a thing of beauty - If I could have written like this when I was 14, I would be a famous poet today. Keep it up, I shall look for more!
This is a fine poem, you definitely have the eye of a writer, keep up the work.
Written with the eye of a craftsman and the soul of a poet