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The Gloved One
 

 


Hands the shape of fire.

Ten musical notes that dance on the moon

Enthusiastic, mobile, and dynamic energy.

Hands that crave applause and appreciation

Caring, gentle, devoted and hard working

One gloved with sparkling silver light

Like a burst of sun light on a cloudy afternoon

A blinding brilliance for anyone to see;

These hands helped heal the world

And make it a better place.

Now they’re gone too soon.

By Jenn C

© 2012 Jenn C (All rights reserved)

 

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