the brittle bone of my hand no longer carries a force
as a boy it held the strong hand of my father
as a man that same hand carried a weapon of protection
the light in my eyes slips away slowly in salty tears
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words less spoken 
Wow. So stunning.
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Interesting post🌸💕 goodnight
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Touching. Well expressed the factor of age.
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Woah, so sombre
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Time the healer
Conversely
A thief in the night
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you. I have since added a line and a title and it will be posted on my site soon. Thanks for the inspiration. 💖
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