Peter S. Quinn

Touch - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The time is here to give and feel
Of every new thought that’s going
Sometime a dream feels so unreal
In anything worth there knowing

With your mind and thought
Anything you shouldn’t or ought
So much to give or make
Feelings are like the air
Strolling along or quite awake
Circling around everywhere

Now touch
Because feelings mean everything
Now touch
And let your heart sing
There are so many wandering’s way
Close or too far apart
Every each night and day
That we really don’t know where to start

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 13, 2009

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