Hands

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Hands

With theses hands i can build houses , I can repair vehicles , cooking, baking and sewing altho not all that well are also a part of my repitore.

Yes I can and have created and repaired many things in my lifetime , I have been called a jack of many trades.

But no matter how hard I try there is one thing that eludes me to this very day, the only thing I care to do anymore, Sure I was able to for a short while but it was fleeting and ended in my failure.

I cannot hold you in my arms nor can I caress your face neither will my lips ever press to yours, my hand longs to find yours and intertwine fingers as we walk, my hands desire to hold you near for eternity.

 

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

samberr’s Poems (33)

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Razor Blade 5
Greetings 1
Amanda's 0
Obsticles 0
Masters 0
Pain 0
Mistaken 1
I saw her tonight 0
Take a walk 1
Love 0
Broken 1
Death 0
Her 0
Never look back 1
Love is a rose 0
I am that guy 1
Do you know who I am ? 0
Waiting 0
Where have you gone? 1
Alone, Empty 0
Hands 0
Handprint 1
Where life begins...agai
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1
True Love 2
The reason for the rain 1
Stone Garden 1
Resurrection 0
Mi Amor Especial. 1
Ancient Language 1
Dating 1
Untitled 0
Ascent from Perdition 1
Dance with the Moon 5