they hold no value to the seeker. no value to the heart.
if you looked closer, more closer then her hands.
you would see the bruises and tired weary lands.
that she slaved and bathed under the raging sun.
the days she dedicated to stay alive as planned.
those are not just average hands.
there hands from a survivor.
the ones that tell a story
the one that teaches us anything is possible,
as long as you rely on God.
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