THE DAY I TOUCHED YOU

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    THE DAY I TOUCHED YOU

    The day I touched you
    and you touched me;
    Lke a spring rain on the meadow,
    Like a snowflack on your nose,
    Like a hug from a child,
    Llike a moonbeam dancing on a lake.

    You came to me
    I came to you;
    Loving naturally,
    Coming together
    Touching is good.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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