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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448209" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Hand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">First Love's Touch, <br>mutual gathering was only through them, <br>our Hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We poets celebrate<br>Hearts and Souls; <br>Love too wields magic, <br>but neglect too often<br>those stalwart two-<br>the human hands-<br>we're birth'd with.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Entwined most<br>in our Corporeal Destinies<br>yet hands occupy<br>in the Pantheon of Graces<br>a position lower than should be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Consider birth's first<br>is a touching hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First our eyes open <br>then<br>we are lifted by them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is not reaching for love<br>first with these twins? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was not my First Love<br>first touched by them? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did we not, we two, hold hands<br>along the heart-way walkways? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did not these two first wave<br>sweet hellos and partings? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What poet's mind could word<br>without them? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, too, it was these two <br>which fluttered dismissively<br>signaling<br>First Love was leaving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At death's bed <br>the last we reach<br>for nurse, loved ones<br>or darlings, <br>with be with these two hands, <br>when from this world departing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is not electricity<br>generated by them<br>in the touching of our bodies? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are not hands reaching on the Grecian Urn<br>expressing love's startings, <br>it's yawlings and yearnings? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will die<br>as we all will-<br>its hands that will pray for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Coffin bound<br>I will lay, <br>my two hands crossing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am touched by loving hands<br>from birth<br>to Death's Regarding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All my life these two ambassadors<br>convey <br>sweet touches<br>to me and from me<br>to others.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tear of child<br>is reached by these<br>and Child Worlds mended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lover, I <br>have only these<br>to express what <br>what my Heart says<br>Love Is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the end<br>cry for them too: <br>Fluttering Twins, <br>unsung, <br>ungraced, <br>each hand- <br>perforce<br>will reach out<br>one to each-<br>one floating flower to another.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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mutual gathering was only through them, 
our Hands.

We poets celebrate
Hearts and Souls; 
Love too wields magic, 
but neglect too often
those stalwart two-
the human hands-
we're birth'd with.

Entwined most
in our Corporeal ..."></div>
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