Let us sleep
In the warmth
That company
Can only offer.
Upon my hand,
Is your own
And it is truly,
The only hand I
Could ever know.
So keep it here,
Until farewell,
Is the only word
We refuse to know.
Again I bumped into a little poem with huge meanings a heart warming write, I cry...In my opinion the only hands that are truly irreplaceable are the parent's hands. I know you did not referred to those but that is what a good poem does, is able to awake different feelings and thoughts..
Nothing is permanent and therefore there is nothing to be in melancholy strain when something what lasted long has decided to leave forever or for another..well done
i like this short poem, with a great meaning, unlimited caring, nice job! ! !
Short yet the flow of words is superb... I like it very much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like this one. Its always good to Have someone there, good poem. take a look at my new one called, Streets of salvation.