Forest of HandsA Poem by StillShorterThanYouThere is a forest of hands, It moves and is never the same, I went there in my dreams. The lakes were hands, The trees were hands, The animals were hands, And I wasn't. I followed the forest of Hands Ever going forward with no end. Because the Forest moves forwards, And that is were I am going.
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7 Reviews Added on November 3, 2011 Last Updated on November 3, 2011 AuthorStillShorterThanYouover the rainbow and a couple of places away, AZAbouthello. I am just a sad, sad college student who has no idea how I'm going to finish college more..Writing
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