4 December: Hand

by see   Dec 3, 2006


4 December: Hand it work like magic. Turning dead woods into comfort bed.

We pick up thing. We sense it well.
And touch feeling of the sensation.
Without hand it may not be able
To sense feel and work
Hand is to hand out to do well
Hand in is the beauty we receive and gifted
Hand the tool hand the magic hand it make
Home comfort and achievement

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