Your hands

Your hands carry mystery,  and tears and pain. Your hands carry a lie, I can't retain. Your hands have something of magic and sorrow, their touch is soft but cold as if they kept the look of a scarecrow. Your hands are made of knives, and covered with feathers, they are slippery and restless, and [...]

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Wave back

Takes it all but never gives, he carries with our past, our present and our general life. One moment he's here and the other he's gone. A shadow waving at us while passing in front of our eyes. He sing, he's free, he never gives up on the people he helps. Doctor, healer, teacher and [...]