I was breathing hard, suddenly felt two beats one from inside & other's over my head. That was gentle touch, a soft one. These are the hands, hands over me which taught me how to love? How the flowers grows when if it will be cared? How the things get shine if they will rubbed? I love those hands, which feel the roughness of my dry skin but always come back to touch them again by carrying even more eagerness. How can I stop? When I've to learn this. This is so perfect, there is so much curiosity to do, to know, to act selflessly, to be the part of other's stories, to be truly limitless. These hands show me the things to observe the beauty of the things but without judgment, these hands dig the deeper thoughts for me to dive& bring diamonds for myself. These selfless hands, may their physical body parts, but they belongs to me.
How can I stop loving when every part of this feels so right? There's a beauty in the way it teaches me, It's a journey, endless & pure, one that I never want to end.
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