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touch





my world is a black
in your voices of soothe
i cried the tears



i smell the rain
my hands grappling the air

before in vain, you came.


before stepping past my time

can i be kissed and touched

just one more time.





there are those who are willing to go the distance for loved ones. this i witness aplenty recently. to shatter wits amongst the unknown, it is indeed a terrifying experience.

but to reach out for that grappling hands of a peaceful old man, and to feel his loneliness within, that is something i can never learn from a lecture or a text. as we go on about our visits, along with sher, i discovered many lil wonders from even a simple chat or dyeing hair or just a silent touch.

to give is not that hard. but to mean it and to be sincere, it isn't anything you can duplicate, even with the sweetest of words. not all sincerity and care is mouthed.

and for that day, Mr Koi made my day, even if he was asleep the entire time we were there, you made my day *smiles*

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