Unwritten
Saturday, February 28, 2015
2-28-15
His hands were mysterious.
They cracked and curved,
stories held captive.
They were universes unexplored,
beyond reach.
They were deeper than the darkness,
more beautiful than the swaying tunes.
His hands were the night sky.
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