Hands…
The hands that held me… nurtured me… guided me… Are long Gone… The hands that gently led me on a warm Autumn afternoon under a canopy of fiery leaves and sheltered me… taught me… protected me… Are long Gone… These hands once held by love Now are aged… Freckled… Lonely… Will never hold the hands of a child… another lover… Those hands remain… Yet… All others Are long Gone… © 2014 Annie Original PoetryAlways…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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