a lone hand clapping makes not a sound
it is like an empty thought thrown in the wind
it is like a blunt knife that wounds its wielder
it is like a flame thrown at a mirror
a lone hand clapping looks mighty queer
it is like an artist who is great of cheer
it is definitely love unseen, unrequited
it is a rusty blade thrust in an open eye
a lone hand clapping is a desperate act
it is a back seen and then thoughts remembered
it is a smile captured and framed in my mind
she is a beauty that will never i define
Gone in 60 Seconds
-jing-
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Hi! Sorry to be so protective, but I will okay and reply to your comment as soon as I see it! Thanks! :)