A SPACE FOR THOUGHT;A DYING TOUCH
I sit in a room thinking
Looking out at the unseen horizon
Picking up from where I had left the day before
The cool wind upon my face, is no more
It no longer pleases me,I am no longer thinking
But the wind blows and blows
I see it unable to fathom its intangibility
A murmur , a crowd, they sing along
A thought , a lonely whisper, I am dying to hear
A dream to live, a touch to feel
A touch I wont feel, no more
I am, not me,no more...............
Looking out at the unseen horizon
Picking up from where I had left the day before
The cool wind upon my face, is no more
It no longer pleases me,I am no longer thinking
But the wind blows and blows
I see it unable to fathom its intangibility
A murmur , a crowd, they sing along
A thought , a lonely whisper, I am dying to hear
A dream to live, a touch to feel
A touch I wont feel, no more
I am, not me,no more...............
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