Touch Me Poem by Patti Masterman
Touch Me
Touch me with silence,
Touch me with tears;
Reach out your hand
Across the years.
Whether ghost or demon,
Your touch pure magic-
For in the end
Each life is tragic.
(written to We Played Some Open Chords and Rejoiced
by A Winged Victory for the Sullen)
I like this poem. Who is this about though? I'm a bit unclear about some of the implications.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 12:53:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
like this one a lot! 'nuff said!