
Touch
Her touch is raven
Her lips are blue
I fear for the mind
What she can do
I cannot run
From eyes
That holds my soul in place
She is the raven’s touch…


Her touch is raven
Her lips are blue
I fear for the mind
What she can do
I cannot run
From eyes
That holds my soul in place
She is the raven’s touch…

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Love the first line. Wonderful poem, Anita.
Thank you Diana!
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oooooo! I Love this!! <3
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