Archive for February 23, 2016
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: HANDS
I gaze at my hands,
Withered, once firm,
Remembering what
They have done,
And wonder
At their future.
I gaze at my hands,
Withered, once firm,
Remembering what
They have done,
And wonder
At their future.
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