i can hold my hands

Outward and cupped i can hold my hands. And be they filled with riches, They go not unto my next life.

Open and vulnerable i can hold my heart. Be it filled with love, and pour forth love. With Love shall it carry me into the life next.

Brent Brents 10-12-10 12:15 p.m.

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