10 comments
  1. the hand
    longing to be held
    reaches above all others

    it can not stop
    what it did not start

    its desire was ever
    to clasp your hand at your side

    Squeezes, Nanda!

    • Nanda said:

      I love your poems. Always did. I’m so happy you get inspiration for that around here…

      • It really doesn’t happen to me anywhere else. 🙂

      • Nanda said:

        I feel very very very honored by that.

  2. nelle said:

    A timeless question asked far too often for good reason. Well done.

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