Hands

February 23, 2009
By Steph247 GOLD, Somers, New York
Steph247 GOLD, Somers, New York
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Hands are time capsules.
Their touch passed on
To eternities of matter;
Holding a million memories
(They sob.)
Missing the feeling of security
We age,
Our hands become wiser.
A clenched fist
Holds centuries of love,
Of anger,
Of despair.
When heads turn on hands
(They weep.)
Hands tell our stories and misconceptions
Fear the anguish in our hearts.
So take my time capsules, my memories,
Security and love.
Take my stories, misconceptions,
My anguish
And grasp importance
(Of time.)
Without a hand
We will all fall
(To the ground.)


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on Mar. 30 2010 at 11:51 am
Starrlyt PLATINUM, Willard, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
Shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you'll land among the stars -Les Brown

wow. that's deep...


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