Hands
I am seated here
Not floating away on a cloud of daydreams
Not twitching with ticking impatience
Simply sitting,
Here in this moment,
With you
And your warm hands
That intertwine perfectly
With mine
YOU ARE READING
Of The Soul
PoetryCalamity, joy, anger, zeal... The list goes on. Connotations follow connotations. Emotions ever-changing and quite as diverse as the colours of our skin. For years thoughts fly through our head. Quotes, poetry and words that can colour in our world...
