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orpheus Junior Member
since 1999-07-10
Posts 30Portugal |
I suppose who is and has been Has already seen felt The hands full And the full hands becoming empty Naked at the cold Because when we hold grab Too tight Something precious We suffocate The smiles and the kisses We die a little And we don't even cry The little lost piece of soul Forgotten (You don't cry what you forget) I have had my hands full And I have had them full of nothing |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Wow!!! I had to read this one twice. What a great poem with many little hidden meanings in it. Very well written..it all comes together nicely in those excellent last two lines!!!! ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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