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Hand {a poem}

A poem is a hand
extending from the worn
heart of the road-weary
poet, hopefully searching
for understanding
compassion,
reaching out to the reader,
calming
relaxing
softly whispering,
that’s ok love.
I’ve been there too.
We all get through.

A poem is lines simple
on a page
in a heart
deep within us all.
It can cheer and weep
and set you free
if only you would listen
as now it is calling.

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