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Reaching out
Whispering wind
The briefest moment
Of touch
Worlds are made
And broken pieces
Fall like starlight
Star-dust
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
helenvalentina 
Beautiful poem.
Promise! A big word! frightening, sometimes, beautiful. At times as Emmanuel Kant said “frightening beauty”
Thanks so much!! š š
My pleasure. I need to thank you for giving me the opportunity to read those lovely lines