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The Touch of Poetry

He sits alone paper yellowed pencil stilled gnarled hands grasping at a past She sits alone keyboard silenced blue lit hands reaching into a future They sit alone together waiting for the touch of poetry. John G. Lawless ©1/9/2022

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Date: 1/11/2022 1:27:00 PM
"they sit alone together" - so poetic!
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Date: 1/10/2022 9:11:00 PM
This haunting piece truly touches me, John. Just 'something about it.' Can picture it and can feel it. Kudos, Gershon
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