Two Hands

One that knows the ruthlessness of deceit

Whilst in mortal, constantly grinds, morals and principles

To make pulp for respect.

One that knows love and compassion

Standing, in its purest form,though not touched

Whilst fearing forgiveness for lack of unity.

Which would one choose, if not one without the other.

A picture painted for more than fifty years

Worked together, in sync', time does not alter

It progresses finding balance and acceptance.

litlmissunshine litlmissunshine
36-40, F
Mar 13, 2010