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In shadows deep, where secrets hide,
A tale unfolds, both far and wide,
Upon a canvas, dark and grand,
The whispered touch of unseen hand.
In moonlit nights and starlit dreams,
Where reality and fantasy gleams,
There lies a touch, a mystic thread,
Weaving fates with silken tread.
A fleeting graze, a soft caress,
A moment's bliss, a sweet duress,
The touched, they dance in twilight's glow,
Where destinies entwine and grow.
Through fingertips, a world is felt,
In every touch, a story dwelt,
Of love and loss, of joy and pain,
The touched, they bear both sun and rain.
In whispered winds and ocean's sigh,
The touched, they learn to soar and fly,
Embracing life's mysterious art,
They find the music in the heart.
So cherish now, this touch divine,
In every pulse, in every sign,
For in the touch, we find our truth,
A timeless bond, a living proof.
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Comments (2)
The poem makes the sense of touch into a type of language. Really well done
This is actually both thought provoking and beautiful. Great job.