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A Healing Touch

Feb 10, 2023
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By Priyanka Mohanty


I long for the day,

To find my hands in yours

I die for the day,

To find you with me for hours

It was the day, you completely took me to you

You held my hands as such

I lost myself by the healing touch.



Then I peeped to your eyes

The love for me was more than skies

There I found, the most twinkling star,

It was close to , still so far

My feelings were spread,

Like the color of my heart, bright red

Where each and every drop,

Found their lost one with a hope.


By Priyanka Mohanty






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