You extended a hand,
And I reached out for it.
Tripped over tied laces,
And embarrassed of it.
But you were sweet and kind,
It was a cute gesture.
You helped me up,
And invited me round for dinner.
We ate, laughed,
Joked around, made puns.
We chatted and blabbered,
As though we were the only ones.
Dinners, late night chats,
Strolling the beach, feet sinking in the sand.
So many adventures,
Just 'cause you offered me a hand.
What a little gesture can do.....😊
~!~Diana
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
