His Hands

His Hands

It’s not the wind that ¬†blows that makes me shiver,

It’s not the moon and stars that makes me smile,

It’s not the flying cockroach that makes my heart skip a beat.

It’s his hands,

His hands that is holding me under the silhouette sky.

-dyn

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