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Hands Open

I have held my hands open forever
I have let rain fill my hands with liquid
Glazing them with a beautiful scene
I have let life gift me with my soul
I hold pride by holding my hands out
I will hold them till all the green in the world is gone
And put in my waiting hands
Till the rain gives way and the
Storms retreat to a forever slumber
Till there is only me
Standing there
With my hands
Open
waiting

Analise Braddock
Analise Braddock, 10
Katonah, NY