Shaking Hands With Myself.... Poem by RIC BASTASA
Shaking Hands With Myself....
TONIGHT I SHAKE
hands to a self that
i pretended not to know.
my hands are cold
and i shiver to a new name.
a name i never call myself
but which i am, really am,
and then i bow before
this self, not liking it,
but it is.
and i assured this self,
i will still love you
no matter what.
tonight, a dog is barking
at the moon, as though
it is a stranger to this
world.
Shaking hands with beauty of hope and joy we can shake rights of dignity. This poem is very interesting and nicely penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 9:37:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hands to shake with self. This is definitely very nice and interesting sharing done here.10