Feather T ouch
Believing in the God who believes you,
You look up the blue sky, bright sun,
despite the dazzle, the rain bearing clouds
which play jigsaw puzzle, not far away,
what do they think of us, they keep moving,
any life in them? what is the ultimate
destination? Imperceptibly query within,
for the weight of grocery and old rice
pulls me, a staggering stride,
burdened beyond my capacity,
the tight rope criss cross cuts my palm,
blistering wounds and sudden boils,
you recline on a black stone,
mind retrieves you from memory,
you live your suffering,
you eat and swallow your pudding,
an imaginary bonding, a feeling,
healing by feather touch,
message runs, tomorrow is yours.
Tomorrow is yours .
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