The Touch

if only we could stop

and take a look around,

what wonders to behold,

what mighty miracles abound,

so much unnoticed,

so much untold;

quietly

passing us by;

creation,

so simple,

so unencumbered,

screaming out

in the bright morning sun

dancing

in the full moon light;

sounds of life and living,

it is all there,

nothing is hidden;

or is it?

the touch,

decadent and sweet,

nothing more,

nothing less.

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