Touch Me-Dusk
Trees
in bloom
with a pink
background so soothing,
may I long ponder,
fervently contemplate
each creation that stuns me?
Why does the stubborn disbeliever
stare at it and show resistance
to believe that all He created isn't real?
I touch the image of the peaceful dusk
and feel much serenity inside,
thinking of the day life will end...
when I will placidly rest
as the rose-colored lake;
and if somebody
remembers me,
toss a rose
into
it.
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Nette Onclaud's contest,
" Touch Me- Count Up And Down Contest "
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