I felt the touch of your mind within my thoughts
Softly mark my brow as I lay awake
With salt from the seas of your distraction
Painting a picture, blamelessly pure
With a voice only fresh fallen showers
Could ever make

I felt the touch of your hand each way I turned
Absorbing the scars of consequence
That embroidered my soul in scarlet red
With new letters that formed
Precious words of comfort and joy  
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