One Hand, Alone, Cannot Clap, But Somehow It Can Still Touch... Poem by RIC BASTASA
One Hand, Alone, Cannot Clap, But Somehow It Can Still Touch...
alone with
nothing
but
integrity
somehow
everything is
within the reach
of one
hand
it cannot clap
nevertheless it knows
how to point and
still
touch the
sensitivity of
the heart...
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