We are twinss
Two bodies but on heart
They call us hands
We have knowing eyes
We can see sometimes more than eyes
We know
why thorns prick
the language of stones
The songs of the soil
The laugh of the petals
The dance of the waves
We know the secrets of the heart
The pat on the shoulder
The hidden greed
The masked anger
We know the sharpness of the knife
The softness of a kiss
The sourness of a push
The warmth of a cuddle.
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