Touch an Angel Try;
and when it runs too light
your face looks up, his face
looks down,
he cups your face and says
too you
those thoughts
come often much to quick
for you too taste or hear.
Love as cane and sugar sweet,
and it can run,
for days like this too slow.
While on those chilly days
molasses flows and flows,
a tad bit thick
but your that quick
from trees,
you plant and grow.
Here from there on top
this hilly mound
the frozen ground
your feet
beneath white snow.
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A most beguiling read my friend! I love the title, it evokes such sweet imagery before even the first line which runs on though all times and in all places, touching the soul of humanity. Smiling at you Tai