but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand
the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
......
She carries life, a quiet bloom
The earth beneath her feels her grace
Within her heart, the sun finds room
A sacred hymn in time and space
Her steps, a rhythm, soft and kind
Through barren fields and shadows deep
The seeds of hope she leaves behind
She sows the dreams the world shall reap
......
She carries life, a quiet bloom
The earth beneath her feels her grace
Within her heart, the sun finds room
A sacred hymn in time and space
Her steps, a rhythm, soft and kind
Through barren fields and shadows deep
The seeds of hope she leaves behind
She sows the dreams the world shall reap
......
but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand
the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
......