As the author contemplated the subject, he clasped his hands while thinking and let the words flow out of him effortlessly. It was an interesting experience. He had never attempted this before but decided to give it a go. He might try it again, but he is not sure.
Randell Knight
Clasping at grasping at straws for excuses, clasping to hold everything together when you are running late, unprepared and not where you are supposed to be. Clasping on to the illusion that you have your act together and hoping you aren’t clasped against a wall in your excuses as to why you weren’t where you should be.
Ruth Levitsky
to hold on to grab ahold and hang on the connection between to hanging and the strong hold. to understand conn
pam
i have bipolar disorder . but is trying to help me out to get out this . only doctor is giving tablet to cure . but not other than that like (motivating me ) revealing scerets
yogesh
Seeking only to efface,
A familial disgrace.
She sought the chilly clasp,
Of Death’s enduring grasp,
And met him in a dark and secret place.
it is all too easy
to clasp hands
to meet another’s gaze
and speak words said
by a hundred hundred other souls
it is a far more difficult thing
to sit in silence
with only the sound of breath
to remind you of another’s presence
with no assurance that they will be present tomorrow
except the knowledge of your own heart
Poet Nia
The clasp snapped tightly as I put on my final accessory. Tonight was the night of my wedding. The happiest night of my life. Why wasn’t I smiling?
hold my hand. no hold it tightly. we are going to go through some rough patches from here on out. please don’t look down. look towards the horizon. just know that i will not let you go. that’s good, hold tight. i can handle it..
the door and walked in to see a new adventure awaiting me my arms tumbled at thought of a new life but i know this what has to be done
Ariel
He clasped his hands together, face lit up with inexplicable joy. “We’ve done it, friends.” These friends stared at him, half annoyed, half amused.
“You weren’t involved. We did all of this,” one of them finally said.
The man would not back down. “That’s right, you did. But that’s not what the world knows.”
i lose myself in the heat of your body
skin against skin
i clasp my hand in yours
please don’t fall in love with me
and don’t let me fall for you
As the author contemplated the subject, he clasped his hands while thinking and let the words flow out of him effortlessly. It was an interesting experience. He had never attempted this before but decided to give it a go. He might try it again, but he is not sure.
Clasping at grasping at straws for excuses, clasping to hold everything together when you are running late, unprepared and not where you are supposed to be. Clasping on to the illusion that you have your act together and hoping you aren’t clasped against a wall in your excuses as to why you weren’t where you should be.
to hold on to grab ahold and hang on the connection between to hanging and the strong hold. to understand conn
i have bipolar disorder . but is trying to help me out to get out this . only doctor is giving tablet to cure . but not other than that like (motivating me ) revealing scerets
Seeking only to efface,
A familial disgrace.
She sought the chilly clasp,
Of Death’s enduring grasp,
And met him in a dark and secret place.
it is all too easy
to clasp hands
to meet another’s gaze
and speak words said
by a hundred hundred other souls
it is a far more difficult thing
to sit in silence
with only the sound of breath
to remind you of another’s presence
with no assurance that they will be present tomorrow
except the knowledge of your own heart
The clasp snapped tightly as I put on my final accessory. Tonight was the night of my wedding. The happiest night of my life. Why wasn’t I smiling?
hold my hand. no hold it tightly. we are going to go through some rough patches from here on out. please don’t look down. look towards the horizon. just know that i will not let you go. that’s good, hold tight. i can handle it..
the door and walked in to see a new adventure awaiting me my arms tumbled at thought of a new life but i know this what has to be done
He clasped his hands together, face lit up with inexplicable joy. “We’ve done it, friends.” These friends stared at him, half annoyed, half amused.
“You weren’t involved. We did all of this,” one of them finally said.
The man would not back down. “That’s right, you did. But that’s not what the world knows.”