Her Hand #?

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  • Lost Love
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  • Emotional
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  • Loss
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  • Passion

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    I have a series of poems about her hand. I cannot be positive which number this one is. I must collect the others from my journal to be positive which number this should be.

    Her Hand #?

    That day, like no other
    When her brown pierced my soul
    Her words were like whispers
    Her touch like the cold
    That squeezes your all
    That makes you feel life
    She made me feel open
    Made me love sun
    We laughed
    We sang
    Our song was unique

    I can't remember her hand!
    As she told me goodbye
    Cause then I felt numb
    Cause life was a lie
    I know it was gentle
    Her brown now gazed low
    I can't remember her hand
    Though recall every step
    As she turned and she walk
    Went my heart with each step
    If only her hand could squeeze mine once more
    I would always remember would not let go

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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