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My Hands

written by: Elisa Prell



You were making dreams into plans
To create things with your hands
But now they are growing old
Ready to have your cards fold
Wrinkles forming to soon decay
Use them now before infinite delay
Your hands will create things
Into masterpieces of your dreams

Elisa Prell

Elisa Prell

Hi! I'm from Texas and love all kinds of art.
I am also a dog lover, travel lover, and want to be of inspiration to myself and others.
Decided to embrace my fear by showing my work : )
Elisa Prell

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