(fingers) . Poem by Zelda Gin
(fingers) .
please do not hold hands
don't let people know the end of us
how fingers used to twined with love
wrench of hurt are still remembered
don't look up, nor linger
I'll leave the town
you'll sail outbound to a new moorage
as if these fingers never knew their fate
never pined for yours.
25/03/2016
Well conceived and nicely penned from the heart. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing, Zelda.
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8/28/2026 5:11:10 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
A good start with a nice poem, Zelda Gin. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.