Touches
How does the sun feel, havingTouched your face? How
Grateful is the air as it
Envelopes you? How proudly
Does the concrete sidewalk
Carry you where you must go?
How empty I feel from this
Distance, certain such
Sensations are not ones
I'll ever know.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-12-19 at 15:42
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