Hand

Hand

A Poem by vincentbals
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Something I wrote a couple of months ago.

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A reaching hand.
Bringing soft air of confidence along,
almost
touching the other.
Emphasizing the feeling
floating on faith,
reducing the distance in between.

Willing to bond their
past
future
present.

© 2010 vincentbals


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I love this! great write

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is really good. I really like this a lot. Thanks for sharing. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


beautiful write

Posted 14 Years Ago


Awesum :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


Joining hands means that we have strength and when we reach for another person's hand, then we are ready to make a change and do whatever we can to bring that change...without backing down. With powerful strength, we can then rule and dominate.

Posted 14 Years Ago


The power of the hand is under-rated. To walk hand in hand with your love is the best days of a life. Sitting with wife when old and gray holding hands. Being young holding hands for the first time. Your poem told a true tale. True love walk together and the hand are together forever. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


This was incredible. So beautiful and so true!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I reeaaaally like this, it's so basic but says so much. Especially those last three lines, and the way you formatted them. Symbolic of the past present future being bonded already. I'm sure many are still reaching out, let's lend 'em a hand, shall we? Hahah. Nice man.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Beautiful poem

Posted 14 Years Ago


Beautiful, inspirational, and well said.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Antwerp, Belgium



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