Touched By Hand Read Count : 39

Category : Poems

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   A mystery begins in a lonely place, where no one but I grace.

   My heart is that which aches, in such a lonely frightening place.
 
  Than I feel a contact from that I cannot see.

   It's warmth is a testament to that I cannot see.
  
 But I know that you are always with me.

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  • Nov 01, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Sweet 🦋🦋

    Nov 01, 2019

  • Nov 01, 2019

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