Flawless Hands

young handsYoung and soft hands enjoying the warm sun of a new spring

Wading through the seasons of Life

Walking side by side or treading just above water

Clinging tight when a grip was thought to be lost

Never losing sight in a moment of blindness

Words spawned by anger did not thrive under a quilt born of love

Heavy winds unable to bend the bough but always gently bowing in the rain

Seeing no flaws in a torn canvas painted with all your favorite colors

Feeling the pain that bleeds not from your veins

old-handsCalloused and weathered hands laced together against the prevailing winds

The two have formed one not knowing how to live without the otherhands love

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