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A Touch on the Shoulder

by
Elizabeth Grant

One gentle tear rolls and falls.
Here a warm soft hand lingers.
A smile glows with serene love.
And all that hurts
All evil that malingers
Every stabbing ache
Begins to fade like
So many ghostly, fearful dreams,
To disintegrate
In the hands of fate.
Memory's opaque shadows
Remain bound up in hope and love.
Swaddled against the barbs
Of life's careless embrace.

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