Hands

My fingers
Involuntary move
In motions
So familiar
And draw
Words so
Erratic
Yet so
Well harmonized.

My hands are
A flowing river.

My hands
Are a betrayal
To my secrets.

My hands are
My blessing.

{12:24 pm, saturday, home}

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