My Hands Are Blessed
My hands are blessed
For all said and felt
My words in symbols stressed
My inspiration could have been vain.
My hands are blessed
For all, a peculiar crest
The right and the left
Wield potentials so plain.
My hands are blessed
For all, my passions' zest
Ball point crafts lay to rest
Wandering expressions in my brain.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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