In the numbing cold,
I wandered, shivering.
The rays of the sun, unseen
Despair clouded my heart,
Like the foggy morning.
And a touch calmed me, your touch,
Warming my heart,
Soothing my thoughts,
The touch I craved for!
Linking this to Poetry Jam prompt – Hands.
Void Thoughts 
that right touch, makes all the difference in the world…
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Sure it does! 🙂
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A single touch can remove entire vacuum of life, thought well presented.
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Very true. Thank you for stopping by, Meenal. 🙂
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The magic of the longed for touch. So special.
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True! Thank you for stopping by, Peggy. 🙂
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The kind touch of a hand works miracles.
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Sure it does. Thank you for stopping by, Laurie. 🙂
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The warmth of the touch, what those hands can do ~ Good one ~
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Thank you, Grace. 🙂
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Sometimes, a touch does wonders, and that’s what we all need.. Nicely written…:)
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Thank you, Ramya. 🙂
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What a lovely poem. Well done!
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Thanks a lot Alana. 🙂
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I love the reaching out and expectation in this. Well done.
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Thanks, Alan. 🙂
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A warm touch can mean so very much!
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True! Thank you for stopping by, Mary.
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