Sometimes,
I feel a touch (on my shoulder, in my ear, beneath my feet)
as gentle as a breeze
To a faceless figure
Sometimes,
I see the flicker of an image one my mind knows is real
To an aura that makes its heart known.
These healing hands coupled with these lightless eyes not just knows, but feels, but is.
it passes as quick as it comes and in those
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