It is the tender touch
Which makes me weep
A hand that sweeps
Calms the sleep
Its ambient glow
Its soothing words
The vibrancy
The way it cares.
The warm embrace
Its comforting arms
The tears that fall
Its singular charm
The distant gaze
To lands afar
Hidden dimensions
A falling star.
Eyes to wonder
Thoughts to flame
Colour to dance
Negativity tame
Moments sheltered
Time to freeze
Untouchable voice
Upon a mystical breeze.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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All that is attractive remembered in this write of nostalgia and wistfulness. Nicely written
much appreciated read, thanking you
Most welcome
Good write N. Is it breezy at that bus stop? You still waiting?! loll.
Wind is picking up, got my flask and sandwiches lol
Lovely!
thanking you, always appreciated
Norman, this carries a soft strength…tender, calming, and steady all the way through. The way it moves through touch, warmth, and wonder…yeah, it settles in and lingers. Beautiful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind much appreciated, many thanks
most kind much appreciated, many thanks
There is a transporting inspiration beyond ordinary experience into a space of emotional and imaginative richness by way of an intangible presence like the breeze and that is comforting and transforming. 🙏🕊️
most kind cmments my friend much appreciated, thanking you
most welcome, friend🕊️🙏
Those tender touches can be so overwhelming in true love Norman.
Andy
thanking you, most appreciated
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