Fingers are like twigs

Lightweight and bronzed

That reach two extreme poles

Stealing hearts

Breaking parts

Awaiting light rays

Of goodbyes and new beginnings 

Suspended waving nothing

In the air but

Dead points and humidity

To touch is to rob the Holy grail

Out of the wilderness

Like your fingers.

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