It's not that my eyes have beheld the dawn or the golden leaves of fall But that I have this miracle in the gift of sight and that I see anything at all It's not in the hearing of the most beautiful sounds such as when you speak a word But in the amazing fact that I hear your voice and that anything is heard It's not that I can carress your cheek when in lonely moments you call But that I have the gift of touching you and can feel anything at all~
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very beautiful poem the gift of the senses where would we be without them cafe!
A wonderful Gifted write
thankyou for sharing
alittle miracle also you might say, wonderful poem