Soft hands with a strength
I didn’t know existed
ones I can take comfort in
rely upon
lean into
melt underneath
They hold me, stroke me, touch me, please me
remind me this is real
Soft hands with a strength
I didn’t know existed
ones I can take comfort in
rely upon
lean into
melt underneath
They hold me, stroke me, touch me, please me
remind me this is real
katharinewink 
I love to know that you have this sort of beauty in your life.
Nothing like beauty to make you aware that you are ALIVE.
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Two beautiful poems. Very lovely writing.
And I’m sorry I didn’t comment earlier, but I’m so happy for you that during this time you found things for which to be thankful.
Hugs, K
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