Poem: Invisible Hands


In the crowd
your invisible gentle hands
are suddenly stroking my cheeks
sending a tender beam of light
into my heart.
My heart tingles,
to millions.

– Deelia ©

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gcchbbeiThere is no charm equal to tenderness of heart. – Jane Austen

– You don’t blast a heart open, she said.  – You coax and nurture it open, like the sun does to a rose. – Melody Beattie

Haiku Tenderness

Tenderness transmits
tingling through the fingertips:
life’s love mosaic fits

– Jonathan Robin



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