Your hands
They were like sand
Like the first memories I had of the beach when I was fiveI sunk my fingers into the ground and felt the grit scraping my cuticles
Every grain was a story unknown to me
From origins unknown to me
From intentions unknown to me
But what I do know is that they are here
Holding mine
Warm, rough and loving
Holding my soft skin
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What It Took To Bloom [Poetry]
PoetryWelcome to What It Took To Bloom Breathe between my past and future Live through my lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of this book
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