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Unending Outing

by Shehnaz Gujral
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The wrinkled and icy hands

Withered with listless skin

Unfiled nails with cuticles

Are these those sweet-smelling hands?

Slender fingers of plump hands

Manicured with nail paints

Rose scented adorned with trinkets

Are these those aged hands?

Seventeen-year-old hands

Twined in mine on strolls

Fragrant flirting on dreamy days

Poured out rosy cologne on mine

Mellowed and cold with oldness

Folded with fading worries

I will hold hands more tight

Timeless treasures to treat

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Amar jit kaur July 31, 2020 - 12:07 pm

Beautiful….I enjoyed throughly… keep up..

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