Robusta Coffee Candy

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Hands

I hold thee,
those rough and rugged
palms of sacrifices and love.
I clutched in mine,
it vibrates everything behind.
Clearly, it's all me.

Your palm lines are my destination,
your calluses are my success,
your dry hands are my fancy life
and yours as is.

Indeed I am lucky to feel a love
that despite all struggles
it always blooms,
it never withers
and it never grows old.

Now look closely to the soul you formed
Unconsciously forming crystals in between falling rains.
Hear them saying what I'm unable for it is my loudest response to everything you've done.

~~~
A Tribute to Parents
«IntrovertedChicken»