Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Gold Star - 7,163 Points (Baltimore, Maryland)

These Hands - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

These hands hold small bowls
Of muted laughter,
Rising with soft edges,
Against the sky.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 12, 2009



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