Touch

poem by: Aina A
Written on Oct 20, 2016 

Those whispering winds caress my ears with their soothing melodies.
As their whispy hands run thin and bony fingers through my hair...
I absorb in enjoyment their soulful dancing.
As I watch them touch and ever so gently caress my tenderness...I fall into a trance-like state of existence.

 

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Christopher Russon commented:
Such a lovely poem.
Cacho Nuts commented:
Love this piece.

 

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