Story of that trembling touch.

When you touch life, it trembles.

Then it absorbs you.

Then it makes you its.
Then you dissolve.
 and find your moments of truth and peace.
Then you make it yours.

Then you withdraw.
Then it lets you go.

Then you look at your hand.
And you find its mark.
Indelible, timeless, immaculate.

It always leaves its mark..
I do the same.

And then, you silently walk away.
Forgetting your reflection behind.
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