Some Hands - Poem by RIC BASTASA

some hands are always
ready to hold a flower
and hand it
to another

others however
have remained closed
like a rock
where no flower ever grows

how i wish
that this world shall be filled with flowers
like hands
that open like buds slowly blooming
caressed as they are
with the warm rays of the sun

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 6, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 6, 2008

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