Touch Poem by La Janine Garrett

Touch



'For your Touch stains me...'
'tell me that of pain
for I have lain here blind
these many years and
all I can conger up is this face...
that cannot be true, for that of
pain have lain these many years
in my touch'
asked the Beggar to a
Man of many riches.

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