Holding Hands Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Holding Hands



Minutes sweeping across my mind, dancing like in days
of old, fancy and genial, holding hands with untold
generations of people throughout history.

Playing melodies hand in hand, leaving stages in order
to perform in ways of individualism and proper decorum
across India and America.

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