Fine woven fingertips
have crossed mesh
When thousands of fish
said net did catch
hands softly did become
enmeshed in such net
Did not the spirit
soul of the two
make said whole
While many people
freely partook offering
from that net
No smell of such chemistry
passion never lost fumbling
fingers to help each other
Parting of said mesh
again sown
to gether fresh
Great effort to throw large net
Like Duncan I though this a wonderful piece of writing which somehow touched the heart and soul. Keep up the fine writing EH. Thank you for sharing this my friend. David
Love the title, the words flow eloquently EW, thank you for sharing this one Love duncan X
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I would like to translate this poem
I don't totally understand, but its' nice.