Only when you touch
Will you be touched
My hands, alone
Can feel without shame
They touch men and churches alike
And yet they are broken
Yet they fail me oft
Eyes are red with tears
But hands go forth to cover
To find my key
To understand
If you seek the truth
Look no further
Than my hands
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Author:
A.J (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 1st, 2018 08:42
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Comments1
An impressive little poem & does precisely what it say's on the label.. I sincerely hope this gets the merit that I think it deserves, Neville
Thank you, Neville
hey no problem, my pleasure.. N:)
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