A Grasping Hand Poem by moon batchelder

A Grasping Hand

Rating: 5.0


a grasping hand
can nothing touch,
for fingers must be free to feel;

and fists unfurled
to hold a world;
it's myst'ries to caress, not steal.

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moon batchelder

moon batchelder

bemidji, minnesota
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