Hands

Hands

 

Hands slip away.

Innocent tired hands.

Marble glances.

You and me.

The new sun will be born.

Never you again.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Meaningful and thought provoking poem. Loved it.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another that speaks of parting and endings as cold glances are shared from eyes that once held each othe rin the orbit of warm regard.