Touch Gentle

Poem By Shailen Karur

while a tendril of
gently tumbles
to whisper a caress
onto her cheek,
I sit by and gloss over
a magazine describing
a plasma burst on one end of
ah, I've missed that again,
just like I missed watching
the dew dropp that kissed
the earth,
while ambling down the two blades of
grass that bent down to let it
utter sweet somethings
onto their skin during her descent
last morning.

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