Soft, brushing, slender,
Hand upon hand,
Feel the masses as they wander,
Let the wind take up the challenge,
Do it for the smooth,
The hard, the wrinkled and the feathered,
The tarnished and the new,
They all have their separate contact.
Let the love create,
That warm and growing feeling inside you,
Let the hands brush,
And the wind take up your hair,
And let the masses wander, together,
As, by your ear, you feel his touch.
Created: Nov 17, 2009Document Media