Poetry

Touches

Touches
I am not coming anymore Feelings fade like waves Frequency of which are irregular Let me feel this too Of those days of youthful birth We must seek to reveal these too See me here everyday Of every blessed day That that day may be the day of love Touch me, and touch me Touch me, that I may nudge to life n’ Feel the fountain of reach
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