Forty Two, New York And The Universe
Tuesday, 20 August 2013
His Hands
His hands unyielding
solid they clutch
my own
tears
weary my tired body
hushed
his searching brown eyes
scent of stale cigarette
sound dampened with sadness
waiting for dawn to come
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23 August 2013 at 15:41
To be published in Pash Capsule December 2013
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