RipplesA Poem by Dark TowerRipples A friendly smile A warm greeting Eyes lock Intensity felt A quicken in pace To the rhythm of
the hearts beating Hands join Fingers meet Nerves scream At the gentle
nature of the touch Trees grow Seeds fall Rivers flow Birds call Seeds become shrubs Shrubs become
trees Seeds fall And are moved by
the gentlest breeze The smallest
change The most random
happening Change the course
of destiny. A smile can save a
life A life can cause a
smile. B.C © 2013 Dark TowerReviews
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