Untitled poem

Posted by TheWriteKind at 5/20/2007 8:43 PM
Categories: Poetry by Stephanie Hancock
The room clouds over as mists of rain fall from my eyes,
Onto your hand,
Held outwards towards my heart,
Reaching into the depths of my soul...
Grasping the seedling of my being.
Holding the wisp of feather light leaves
Of my being in your hands,
I am at your mercy...
Your gentle hands caress my heart,
And soothe my aching soul. 

~~Stephanie Hancock~~
 

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