Tuesday 27 June 2017

Delicates little fingers.

Sacred and pure.

Non touched. Locked nor smeared.

Of that i am sure.

They hold no hatred. No game. No drama.

Awaits the kindest and bravest of match.

No guide no measure no judgment.

They can always tell.

Message from the tip carried thru the veins

Clarity of the heart bestowed the answer.


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