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Touch the Soul
The mind, soul, spirit;
Are torn apart by time,
Reach out, touch nothing.
Fingertips futile;
Like rain in the sea, annul.
The beach is too cold.
Touch meaninglessly,
Against cloudy misery;
The sun sets the sky.
© Rose On The Moon
Are torn apart by time,
Reach out, touch nothing.
Fingertips futile;
Like rain in the sea, annul.
The beach is too cold.
Touch meaninglessly,
Against cloudy misery;
The sun sets the sky.
© Rose On The Moon
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