Toiled for days..
and then months..
and then years..
and then one day..
I stopped..
to look at my hands..
what had it become.
Was it mine?
I failed to recognize it.
Something was missing
the softness..
the caring touch that it possessed...
Will i be able to get it back?
Or is it a part of the growth process....
1 comment:
Feels like he is saying a small prayer :)
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