Without the touch
Of the master's hand
The violin won't play.
Without the touch
Of the artist's brush
Color, canvas can't display.
Without the touch
Of the sculptor's tool
Figure won't free from clay.
Without the touch
Of a mother's hand
Her child may lose its way.
Without the touch
Of first morning's sun
Would flower know light from day.
Without the touch
of the pilgrim's path
Homage we could not pay.
Without the touch
Of two lone souls
Love will not find a way.
Without the touch
Of lover's caress
The heart will only break.
If roses were only red
And violates were really blue
Than writing poetry
Would be boring to do.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
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