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Cooling touch of voices Lending heat to the Swift air between us. Unknowing contact of our eyes Over the rush of silent pens Whilst they divide the Rational and the Unreasonable. Seconds ticking slowly And dully through Disparate thoughts and colliding Fields of vision As you talk Blissfully On into space. A touch of knowledge with The blinking of virgin lids And a swift look away. A question mark suspended In between Your world and mine. The missing link? Forbidden fruits ripen And beg to be plucked from Their Tree. I reach out to take one With these Inadequate Words. (To copy or translate this poem, please contact its author) TRANSLATOR and ILLUSTRATOR WANTED FOR THIS PAGE
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