Holding Hands, Baby

Holding Hands, Baby short poem

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Holding hands baby,
Holding hands,
Till the graves are dug,
And the teeth corrode,
Till eyes can no longer blink,
And oxygen rests behind the door.

Holding hands baby,
Holding hands,
When the storm shakes the crust,
An dust covers the sky,
When you bleed venom,
And no one wants to stand by.

Holding hands baby,
Holding hands,
To plant roses,
And run from thrones,
To succeed and conquer,
And kill the frowns.

Till the world falls apart, baby!

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Muhammad Khalid Khan

A beautiful song sung by a beautiful heart


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