onnothingandeverything:

these tiny hands
made for
small things
that mean much

holding
hopes
and hearts
skipping hopscotch
across chalked lines

shaping
futures
thought lost in pasts
left dusty, receding
into low horizons

squeezing
water
from dry stone
solid grip bleeding
impossibility

pulling
light
out of darkness
strings pulling
knots around fingers
(to never forget)

pressing
promises
into tangled fingers
vows caught in 
tight curves

these tiny hands
are (made for)
yours

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