Life – The Human Touch - Poem by Paul Warren
What is it worth, this human touch?
That we crave and desire so much
A warm feeling that flows from your fingers
That tingles as electricity pulses and vitality lingers
Not to be alone but be with someone who cares
It feeds your soul as old wounds despairs
When the wind is cold and your way is unlit
A soft and gentle touch will kindly remit.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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