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Touch

Touch
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The breeze lightly brushes over my face.
I turn towards the warmth of the sunset.
My eyes instinctively close with rapture.
I am now filled with a large cup of grace.

A boulder invites me to be seated.
I may recline and rest for a short while.
Here amidst the softly flowing attars.
Where soon I shall feel whole and completed.

~

© Carol Campbell

Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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  5. I love sitting in tall grass, especially when there’s a slight breeze on a warm day. this poem denotes much positive promise to come.

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