I saw him again,Sir Verseworth, this time, feeling a drop of dew. He laid his pale hands on me, and I felt a divine ecstasy. I trembled in utter joy and glee, as if my pinions were let free. I wondered how his pale hand suddenly became a magic wand. I was brave now, like a warrior. seemingly bound by no apparent barrier. A momentary feel of his skin, made me feel "All the world's my kin." Unable to decipher the magic behind, I tried my way into Sir Verseworth's mind. He smiled, reading my thought. He said "Mind's not the right spot. Peep into my heart if you can." But I wasn't him, I was just a man. The sage uttered words of wisdom: (Contd..) Visit #Verseworth for more of my poems. #Touching (Part I)