Hold My Hand Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

Hold My Hand



hold my hand
hold it tightly
until it is white
then red
then blue as the sky
then green as the fields
then white as rice
then green again
then blue again
then red
then hold my hand
until it is a skeleton
white as bone
then nothing at all
not even dust

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