Fingertip Reason

Fingertips part like a man on a cliff and his reason,

With a silent motion deafened by its meaning,

Speaking loudly of feelings as tidal winds twirl,

In the drop there is acceptance of the different worlds,

A faint hope that the words could have been cradled in hands,

With a reaching touch that made one simply understand,

The contours of the land show rigours of expression,

Reflecting back at the peering face a bewildering connection…

 

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