Barb's Best
The eclectic ramblings of a SWCF
Sunday, February 01, 2015
Hands, Touching Hands
My friends
Reach out to me
In kindness
And with love.
All I see
Are their hands;
Left hands,
With rings
And their touch
Stings my soul.
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