Two hands hold dear
So tight for they could not be pulled apart The rusty saw of long ago- Tried to saw again once more- Alas, it could not The ruby saw slipped - Onto her arm- He was bloody as she was - Yet, leaving them alone The hands stayed together though they were apart Apart, they must be For that is how it was For that is how it is For that is how it should always be forever.
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AuthorMy name is Hersch Nathan and I enjoy writing. I use poetry as a way for my voice to be heard. Archives
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