Two Open Hands

The Sun kisses the trees in spring

A star turns green into gold

Breezes sing windy songs

Reminding me you are

Near and yet far away

Time is rarely summoned

When patience and passion

Collide when skies color blue

Yet delicate flowers

Need light, rain and tenderness

So a lonely heart is humbled

Gazing long and hard

A softer touch is required

Waiting to hold you

A set of two open hands.

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