Not In Our Hands Poem by Sandra Feldman
Not In Our Hands
I lived for the moment,
That we would meet.
But looking back,
That never was the case.
There are thing that you desire
Like love made of passion and fire
That only luck and destiny can provide
There, our hands are paralyzed,
Tied to our back,
We are not apt in sculpting,
A Love as a living Art.
You compress lot of things and leave the significant lines to be a compact and intense write, personal one for you. I appreciate the lingers feeling you put into it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/8/2024 6:47:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Sandra, such an outstanding write.10+++++++