Hands groping despairingly
for things they don't deserve:
sunshine and laughter- happy things,
just out of reach;
the fumbling hands ought to be impeached.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
