Held HandsA Poem by C Peril
I can't be the answer, nor can I be the hope
But I could be the conversation that holds you on the rope Just little words, one step forward, two for safety I could be the voice in the lonely cabin, soft whispers of rain and drizzle and crackling fire desire
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Added on June 3, 2023 Last Updated on June 3, 2023 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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