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He Held His Hand
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He Held His Hand |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
He held his hand Like a father would to an only child And divided his hair with His strong stone fingers His arm around his narrow shoulders And the boy whimpered like a wolf Caught between heaven and snow So the father held him tighter Let the air stay low and flow Seamlessly steaming from his sons small mouth And he felt the cold chill Of Decembers mourn And he saw a road he had never known Nestled beyond the snow bank Therein lay the branches he sought For he and his boy They limped across the dead road Leaving their tracks Across the buried snow. |
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