by Franka J Haddley ・ Feb 17, 2020 Slender shadows on my dry-skin fingers... Poetry slender shadows on my dry-skin fingers, celebration of the holy night where two leave wet tracery on this sand of abandoned ocean a symbol of years of existing apart don't let me stay quiet and this night can be our forever. Poetry/Poems books 8 386 views Feb 17, 2020 Share