My Hands
Your voice travels all around my soul..
Clinging to pieces that warmly unfold..
Temperatures rise as words are swallowed..
With silent gestures that our hands will follow..
by Michael J Falotico
for Debbie's Contest
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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