Hands

Hands

A Poem by ale
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translated from spanish

"
Like the eyes--
Hands, hungry and thin--
Can feel.
I see the weariness, the soul, exhausted,
Wrinkles of life in cigarettes,
Hands of the clock in pause,
The itch of the rays of the sun on the veins
Hot with sweat and youth and death.
So I cover my eyes
To feel with my dark hands.

© 2024 ale


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Immersive, sensually provocative, stimulating to the mind of the worried and aches of old wounds, all those qualities make for a fine short read. Thank you for sharing your work, author ale.

Posted 7 Months Ago


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ale

7 Months Ago

Thank you so much!

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Added on May 6, 2024
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