Photo Of The Week 5

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When a beloved hand is laid in ours,

When, jaded with the rush and glare

Of the interminable hours,

Our eyes can in another’s eyes read clear ––

When our world deafened ear

Is by the tones of a loved voice caressed ––

A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast

And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again;

The eye sinks inward,

And the heart lies plain,

And what we mean, we say, and

What we would, we know,

Two become aware of life’s flow.

adapted from Matthew Arnold