Your Skilled Hand

Your skilled hand..;
That’s shaping my dreams like a ripe fruit, the ones that overflows from between her fingers highball cooling the heat of my soul,
That is flowing on my burned heart as a fountain of living water,
Your hand that plays sweetly angel, songs of joy on my lips
Still hurled as a child in the lap of life!

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