HANDS FALLEN<\/p>\n
Hands fallen<\/p>\n
Now only the old clock knows<\/p>\n
What time of day it is. 7.3.89<\/p>\n
The wind<\/p>\n
caresses my face<\/p>\n
with the passing fragrance<\/p>\n
it steals from yours. 7.3.89<\/p>\n
Your eyes are sad<\/p>\n
I ache within<\/p>\n
for the pain<\/p>\n
you alone must know. 7.3.89<\/p>\n
And for this time<\/p>\n
a poem.<\/p>\n
Gifts can rest awhile<\/p>\n
my heart sings to you. 7.3.89<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
HANDS FALLEN Hands fallen Now only the old clock knows What time of day it is. 7.3.89 The wind caresses my face with the passing fragrance it steals from yours. 7.3.89 Your eyes are sad I ache within for the pain you alone must know. 7.3.89 And for this time a poem. Gifts can rest … <\/p>\n