Contact Is Hope
Walk with me, although your hand
Extends through strands of wire
Beaded with thorns; be careful now
But let us walk
Talk with me, although your words
Must pass through cords of steel
Binding these limbs; be careful now
But let us talk
Sing with me, although your song
Sounds faint through walls of stone
Keeping us apart; be careful now
But let us sing.
Copyright © John Blake | Year Posted 2018
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