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He Touched Me He touched me with his jagged soul With strokes, uneven deep. I stood in silence, feeling life, In fragments scattered fine. Somehow he made me understand That shadows hold and show A sense of magic in their shade So dark and drifting cool! Joy Weare. 4th June, 2005 Vote for this poem Please Comment On This Poem Select a comment or add your own Great Work! Awesome Site! Love It! Two Thumbs Up! looking forward to more! Comments Email Address Vote for this poem
He touched me with his jagged soul With strokes, uneven deep. I stood in silence, feeling life, In fragments scattered fine. Somehow he made me understand That shadows hold and show A sense of magic in their shade So dark and drifting cool! Joy Weare. 4th June, 2005
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