All your works
Hands and hearts go about each day… shaping things.
A hand may push a friend away, breaking the strongest line.
A heart may imagine him not a friend, and tell itself a lie.
A hand may tug another’s hand, press it with an oath.
A heart may pull them closer yet, til there is bliss for both.
…a sweet treat, or delicious, solid, wise and lovely words. I love each thing you shape.