Your Warming Hands

Poem By Babette Teeth

When you stretched your hands to me
I touched your fingertips and a tear for thanking
It is said that grace kindness
deserves doubled thanks
Is it how my tears running from autum to winter
then from spring to summer?
Your smile reminds me of a kind-hearted boy
Your strongness reminds me of a hero sodier
Is it why my tears running from dawn to evening
then from heart to mouth?

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