Reaching out
Whispering wind
The briefest moment
Of touch

Worlds are made
And broken pieces
Fall like starlight

Piercing morning
Astral force
Feel us tremble
For touch

Promises are made
Scattered children
Dance in the sunlight
And trust

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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3 Responses to Touch

  1. The Rebel says:

    Beautiful poem.
    Promise! A big word! frightening, sometimes, beautiful. At times as Emmanuel Kant said “frightening beauty”

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