These arms hang from my shoulders
too pale
like branches of a strange, white tree
deposited on this gray shore from another planet
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very beautiful lines about different types of the ways your hands could be employed, full of sense.
But they are yet not empty yet not too weak to bring forth life even though it sometimes lives only in the imaginary world. arms and friendship. a great poem indeed dear poetess. tony
Thank you so much, Tony! - -Jenny