A Pilgrim’s Touch

Distant blue hills,
set against the sky.

I am like the stars,
shivering,
alone,
love in the night.

Who will take my pages,
lines of longing,
from such rough hands?

My pilgrim’s palms
reach out for
distant blue hills,
set against the sky.

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