Rightly said 'Touch's the most primitive.' Few touch the life we live. Few touch our wounded space, with a big smile on their face. I laid my hand on you, felt your void, filled it all. Filled it with my love for you, freed from every thrall." I clasped his hand, that pale one. Now I knew, it had the light of the sun. Visit #Verseworth to read more of the series. #Touching (Part III)
