Hands

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  • Lost Love

    Hands

    If the hands of time would be so kind
    to let our feelings stay devine. Then let
    the hands race as they do because I'll
    know in my heart I'll have a piece of you.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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