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The Softest Touch...
Thousands of miles apart ..we sit thinking
When you were born ..
the Lord was your Father
I was actually floating, through time and lonely spaces
leaving only words of forgotten places
Ghosts of the past ...we left behind..
searching for something
trails... we could not find
Across the universe ..
we reached out with blissful lips
but all we could touch
was our soft fingertips...