Day 1978, touch. Daily picture, Poetry I like to touch your face like you touch a rose ~ but something scares me to get closer ~ it’s what holds you up and cut’s me Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related