Cold windless nights
Catches my hand in yours
Holding on
Like an umbrella in a rainstorm
With fingers not so smooth
Yet not so rough
Intertwined around an
Apple-scented hand
Holding tight like a five-year old
Clutching on handlebars
Afraid to fall
Not wanting to let go. Proud
Like the touch of caramel
Warm and comforting
Five soothing fingers
That can't let go
















Comments
'like an umbrella in a rainstorm'
and
'that can't let go.'
very nice work.
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in the end, only kindness matters.
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Hodie mihi, cras tibi.
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Morning will come. Just pray you're there to see it.
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