Posted on November 17, 2008 by Liz Cosline No Comments

You reach to me

And I reach to you

There is caution

But less than thought needed


Your words sink in

Mine received

There is pulling at the souls


A whisper speaks loudly

Yet gentle as a breeze


But I wonder if it’s real

I think how it will sound

Yet in one moment no matter how far the miles stretched

We touched in a way most never find.


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