Touching are words expressed,
When hearts are filled with such emptiness.

Touching is that lost contact,
We long to hold and feel against our chests.

Touching are the flow of memories,
Coming when someone has left.

So touching we are when those times arrive.
And touching we wish,
To be done when the end comes.
As tears are cried.

And those with touching emotions,
Felt with sighs...
Rising to surface...
Are not found to be at their best.
When wept!

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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gentle description of beauty