His Hand (Additioin-Draft4)

By: Artem

His hand, a gentle, silent maze

Remains no more. Upon his gaze -

Removed and silent, distant sea

Retains its beauty, yet neglects to fee;

Seeking the oceans better known

Afraid to know the oceans shown.


His hand, a gentle, silent maze.

Sustains, suspends me in this haze.

And I, divorced form common sense,

Exiled from truth, and love's defense

Look at these hands, and so remember -

His.


-still unfinished-

HISHANDA
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