Touch is a simple thing.
It makes us human for all the emotion it brings.
It's hate, it's comfort, it's love.
Its a a slap across the face and a helpful shove.
Whether for vengeance or forgiveness
A hand alone is just so precious
To make peace and to start wars
The power so big in something so small
Reach out with all your power
Go and make this your finest hour.
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Poems From Yuki
PoetryI get sad sometimes and life gets hard so here's a few poems I make to get through the day. I claim all copyright.
