An even sparing touch
An even sparing touch,
would to me great warmth.
A fleeting brush against me
brings light to cavernous
imagination, yet unlit
And your glance.
Beneath,
like hidden joy
hiding to be found,
I see you.
These are commentaries on life as I know it. It can be the quickened, pulsating breath you feel as the roller coaster inches its was over the ride's summit. It can be the calming breeze on the dusk of a warm day, sitting in isolation, reflecting on beauty or loves once had. It, life, can be everything that you will it to be.
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