Tuesday, December 16, 2014

My Heart

My heart went out in the morning, with crying eyes,
The hands that waved at me, the touch that was always magical,
I can feel those little fingers, making waves in my thin white hairs,
These fingers that plucked my pains, erased tiredness,
Is lost in this cruel, relentless world of wild animals......


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