Hands Intertwine
I miss the comfort of our hands held together,
strong, firm, united.
Because I believe open hands are nicer, much more gentle, inviting,
whereas yours can be daunting,
haunting the nightmares of chaos.
I miss the comfort of our hands held together,
strong, firm, united.
Because I believe open hands are nicer, much more gentle, inviting,
whereas yours can be daunting,
haunting the nightmares of chaos.
By Alena Abdul Aziz Henriksen Alena is a Malay expat wife in Bangkok with two precocious adopted kids, one obese cat and a love for sewing. I am happy that […]
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By Noor Azah Azizi
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“Indah langit kerana haus,
Indah bumi kerana kebebasan,
Indah bahasa kerana budi,
Indah bangsa kerana ibu pertiwi.”