I pray for those that won't ever come back for those that I 'll never see again The hands that once kept me warm have now been shot dead by the cold gun of terror. I grieve the stillness of those hands that will caress me no more those loving and tender hands that have now gone forever
ΣΟΦΙΑ ΚΙΟΡΟΓΛΟΥ 
.Tenderness visible through out the lines .Ευρηματικό στην εικονοτροπία.
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Thank you so much Dimitrios! God bless you and have an awesome Sunday😉
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Oh, my, such beautiful words to capture such a sad sentiment. A heartfelt write, Sofia.
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It comes from the heart. I am so glad you like it. Your heartfelt comment is greatly appreciated. It means a lot coming from you. God bless you. I am so lucky to have met such interesting and good people like you via wordpress.
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I know, I can sense it and you are more than welcome. It is great to meet other wonderful writers from all over the world, and I am thankful to be able to share my work with you and to read yours 🙂
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This is so beautifully sad..
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Yes it is, isn’t it? Reminds me of my dad’s cold hands when he died.
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My sincere condolences Sofia!
hugs!
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful note. Hugs back to you and God bless you 😄
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Blessings to you too!
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