So soft and delicate are Dharma's hands. They show no sign of age, work, or worry.
So soft and delicate are Dharma's hands, never careful in there search to touch, feel, and discover the world.
So soft and delicate are Dharma's hands, as they sit enclosed in mine.
Oh how I admire them most,
when they sit,
enclosed in mine.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
So soft and delicate are Dharma's hands. They show no sign of age, work, or worry.
So soft and delicate are Dharma's hands, never careful in there search to touch, feel, and discover the world.
So soft and delicate are Dharma's hands, as they sit enclosed in mine.
Oh how I admire them most,
when they sit,
enclosed in mine.
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