They are strong and manly
They are skilled and agile
And at their touch
The skin rises
Like burning by fire
And yet caressed by
The touch of a feather...
Their touch is firm
And yet so tender
One can travel from heaven
To hell in a second
And then back to earth...
Ah! Your hands are creative
Hard workers...builders...lovers
Your hands are two of a kind.
A Second Chance
365 days we go, Round and around The brighten sun And we end at the exact Same point we were In the past year... But the canvas Is once ag...
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I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
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