Touching Hands

I miss those moments of silence. The world just stops. All that goes on around us is quiet. There is not one thing that can break the wall that surrounds, not one voice, one thought...
There is only the raging, manic and burning fire. Where urgency meets contentment, where peace adjoins with the chaos that moves every part of our beings. The noise, the fire, the racing of our hearts that slowly sways into a blissful whisper of serenity, over our hands, through our hearts and into our souls.

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[alifeacoustic]

Beautiful. Those ever sought and often remembered moments of togetherness and being. Where only your togetherness matters. beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.