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wanted to share this, found on a salon.com blog. Love the rhythm and meaning.

Some Hands Are Lovelier

Two trees breathe The same sweet air, And sun, and rain — And whisper To the moonless night The same dim prayer Of star-wrought wonder.

Two trees stand Above a red, red road Whose branches touch And now withdraw…and meet again In undreamed ecstasy.

Some lips are sweeter To capture in mad beauty And then release — Some hands are lovelier To clasp awhile — And then let go!

Mae V. Cowdery