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Jul 2019
Countless are man’s needs;
some are tiny like mustard seeds.
To fulfill them who knows how much
diverse feelings, thoughts and touch.

A man’s mind in turmoil drowns;
quiet it, is job for clowns.
Reason and logic multiply;
in logic and reason defy.

A man’s heart contracts and expands;
all veins pulse in arms and hands.
Feelings and emotions drive to insanity
those who surrender to hallow vanity.

A man’s touch when from mind
tricks puzzles like no kind.

A man’s touch when from heart
comforts though in the dark.

A man’s touch when from both
Oh bliss! It’s worth.
René Henrique Götz Licht
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René Henrique Götz Licht  65/M/São Paulo - Brazil
(65/M/São Paulo - Brazil)   
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