Grasp and
Grasp and
Grasp desperate to interlace hands,
Fingers falling through like sand.
A gust, and gone.
So frail you were at the end,
And yet so free.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
Grasp and
Grasp and
Grasp desperate to interlace hands,
Fingers falling through like sand.
A gust, and gone.
So frail you were at the end,
And yet so free.
Prompted by the Inktober 2019 sketch challenge (Day 8: Frail)