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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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
All that is attractive remembered in this write of nostalgia and wistfulness. Nicely written
much appreciated read, thanking you
Most welcome
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