All your works

by kholinar

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.