Touch
 
greatness lies not in what you accomplish
but in what your touch leaves behind
wether is be your voice touching an ear
your gaze touching another's eyes
or your breath on someone's lips
maybe your arms hugging a friend
your song lifting a broken spirit
even your smile warming a lonely heart
 
for it is sure that you might get cut
trying to mend the broken shards of your dear ones
but kindness grows lush only in a soft heart
and seeds reaped from a harvest of empathy
 
be a light...
be a guide...
be a beacon...
of hope, always
 
velbar
 

Nice poem .

I appreciate this expression.

Thank you Julie :-)

Thank you for reading and replying. :-)

Nice. This is my belief too...

NICE