Safe Hands

Spirits whisper secrets
to those who await
their gift

Beneath the sun and moon
patterns of thought

Names carved into
stone and marble
or, etched onto steel
each revealing history
A wedge-shaped piece of heart
sleeping inside safe hands
where love still leaves
its forever roses
within that
sound of peace.


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