Words tumble into a freewrite… – LY.
It was upon hands that sweep across a face that dreams were built. It was upon hands that creep around a face that compasses shifted. It was upon hands that tick away their fate that strangers became strangers once again; backs turned to the sun that rose and fell. It was those hands that crumbled to sand – irretrievable.
© LaYinka Sanni, June 2014.