To touch is to write a poem on the skin of another... a silent shout that shatters the walls of the ego.
Time folds ~ the past’s scars meet the future’s hope in the crucible of the present moment.
What a beautiful thing to consider how something as simple as a hand held, an embrace, or a shoulder leaned upon carries such weight for the mind, body and soul.
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🎶🎵 ~ Touch, Sleeping At Last














