From The Poetry of Windy Sparrow - Touching My Soul

Touching My Soul

Ah, such exquisite piano, Touches the soul. A familiar saxophone, Beautiful poetry. Ah, such feeling. Touches the soul.

Its dark. Moment is passing. Feels so good To drift Down the stream Seems so familiar. Feelings so comforting. Touches the soul.

Been here before. Never the same. But it's all so familiar. Touching my soul

Drifting Downstream. Seems so familiar Feelings so comforting Touching my soul.

So familiar Drifting Comforting Touching My soul.