Beautiful and delicate is the touch if grace,the hands that wiped my own tears. Your gentle caress on my shoulder,a definite act of love. Your hands gave me strength when i was to weak to carry on,but in their veins love and poise runs. With age spots on the back that tell a story if a life well lived.
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Highest rank: #31 in poetry
Long and short,
these are the thoughts
which my heart expresses
and leaves its traces,
only when my hand holds a pen,
making these musings my safest haven.
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