Moving, what a grapple
heavy loads on shoulders can be a wrestle
Dropping a box within a "ouch!"
Bruises on hands are shown
Sweat and unstability within a day
mommy and daddy work hard, what can I say?
taking the piano that is hiding under the trees
strumming the piano and carrying it to the keys
The house that will go near the green bushes
And the couches that will fly near the bee that hushes
Hallways melting as steps pace one to one
Voices echo a nonsense show from a ton
Share together, not alone
Lend me a hand and take it home
Where out heart is here, for now
The one that beats together somehow
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Join our hands - A book of poems on Unity
PoetryI #3 in poetry I "With a little bit of love and magic, everything will be okay."
