The Gentle Whisper of Hands Holding Dreams

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In the quiet of the night, hands reach out,
Seeking solace, a silent vow,
Fingers intertwined, hearts begin to sprout,
A connection deep, no words allow.

Through the trials and the stormy days,
Hands offer strength, a guiding ray,
Lifting spirits in countless ways,
In their embrace, we find our way.

Hands create, they build and mold,
Dreams take shape, stories unfold,
With every touch, a tale retold,
The warmth of hands, a love so bold.

As time goes by, and years do blend,
Hands still hold, until the end,
In their grasp, a message they send,
A timeless bond, no need to mend.

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