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Dear Hands

Dear hands you are my beautiful helpers,
your soft skin is sensitive to my delicate soul.
Your long fingers deepen near the joints expressing their agility and freedom of movement.
O'sweet hands you are the vessel in which my life line is carried,
experiencing obscurity as they
pass through deep waters,
your tender palms balance the
essence of the world.
Placid hands, you speak a thousand languages and
translate my psyche into wind.
O'sweet hands.....

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