From the street so cold
With pride too great to uphold
I fell though not so hard as in a wild pond
But right in his hands so warm
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Should I face terror I would seek a corner Not far away but much closer Yes, right in his hands; the father. tears, suffering, terror, unprecedented happeings in life, then i shall always seek your hand and want to fall into your caring hand...... very nice poem.. a spiritual write, a poem of faith.. thank you dear poet.. tony
Nice 1 Sir