A hand that held me showed me a mansion in the sky I lived with that dream In days gone by… A hand that clasped my wrist banged me against walls I lived with nightmares days did not go by… A hand floating away In blue waters He cried … but no response I think I put him in there in a daze gone by… A hand I wait for to meet mine I walk in a brain fog I see averted eyes avoid my gaze gone by…
Delta Dawn – Challenge #171
Creative Experiments and More 
A nice play on words with this one.
~Cie from Naughty Netherworld Press~
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Thank you, Cie!
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Reena I think that you are capable of making a lovely poem out of anything. That is amazing.
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I’m flattered 🙂 Thank you so much!
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