And lines that burst across
To mould the tiny criss cross
Heavenly are those touch
that at times are tender
A call from a distant land roars
To find a soul a corner of solace
Upwards mingling in the vast open
That blue that absorbs all.
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Beautifully rendered, little poem. On nature; on emotions. More on emotions? 10+