Reaching out for someone
I unfold all my fingers
Stretching one at a time
Not a single expectation
Anyone would touch mine
Cannot be disappointed
Free to not even care
There’s a hand that fits mine
Or there’s nobody there
To be utterly honest
I do not want to lie
I have not lost all hope
Though I would be surprised
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem