Two hands
Tentatively touching,
A supple soft caress.
Awakened,
Impatiently searching
With quickened, heated breath.
Forgiving,
Cautiously reaching
A bridge built of tolerance.
Entwined,
Contentedly sharing
The pulse of the life they've spent.
One hand
Mournfully stroking
The brow of love in death.
No hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful story emphasizing the harmony between our hands that is an example of what life should be. Great poem.