Poetry of the hands


Have you ever looked on tenderly as a baby grasps his mother’s finger, or ever watched a child build with lego bricks? Have you ever recognised a lover by a tender touch on loved one’s face, or ever been in raptures by fingers playing a violin? Have you ever marvelled as the carpenter rubs the wood for imperfections, or ever empathised while a nurse cools a fevered brow? Have you ever wondered that the expression of the hands is the most beautiful poetry of all?


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