Gentle touch
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Gentle Touch Poem


As I lie sprawled on the grass
The thin blades
Brushing against my toes
Texture of earth felt on my skin
I remember your touch
Soft like the petals of a white rose
Firm like the rocks of a mountain
Tough
With no illusions
Love a strongest emotion
© Chaotic Soul of a Poet
Maira Gall