Blessed Touch.
The stream singing in the rhythm of my heart flown,
Then weather grown colder and colder and froze,
Once you touched the water and all melted,
You are the one with the healing hands, the blessed hands.
Roads like dark serpents ran under into past,
The vagabond walked, ran and alas fell,
Invisible dead end in no way one can unblock,
Come back, O’ Darling, Come back, for one more blessed touch.
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