Touch
I am being touched all the time
by the wind the sun the moon
my own heartbeat Even a fish is touched
by sounds and the fish is touched all
the time touched by the water Who knows
I might be touched by your heartbeat
although you are so far away from me
everything is one While I was sunbathing
a fly landed on my leg and I was so happy
that it considered me as a part of nature
a place to rest It was ok.
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2014-05-31 at 00:47
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