We clasp our hands
to close the gap in our divide
To feel the Negative of
Disconnected
We share together silence
To hear the tears of suffering
praying
on it’s knees
with clasped hands
around the world
Stunning use of metaphor and imagery. One can indeed hold hands across continents and never realize the distance. One of your very best.10/10. Love, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In yoga we call it Namaskar 'I bow to you'. This act of greeting in humility and grace is beautifully expressed in this fine poem which says so much more than it's meagre ten lines. I agree with Sandra - this is definitely one of your best. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥