In your hand there's a blow,
And your palm like a whip.
And that's an honor fee.
It's God Who told me so.
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That's how I found at once Hungarian rhapsody. It was polished by God. Finger in notes - that's it! Silence, joy, silence under the sky. your expressions are so fine. the one who reads is elevated.. thank u Liza.. tony
The beginning of the poem is much touching and these lines are....In your hand there's a blow, And your palm like a whip. And that's an honor fee. It's God Who told me so. As a whole the poem is brilliantly presented with attractive photograph. Thanks for sharing.10