The yellowed light of a dying bulb
Sombre colors of the gray fog
A cry within the depths of a soul
And a bud ready to bloom..
All these require is just a touch.
A touch of gentleness,
A touch of color,
A touch of empathy
And a touch of love.
A falling child when she rushes to her mother
A poet when he spends endless nights unable to pen his feelings
A battle torn soldier wiping sweat off his brow
And a sunrise trying to make a beautiful morning
All these require is just a touch..
A touch of care,
A touch of understanding,
A touch of solidarity
And a touch of smile.
