It's strange to have a friend,
that you have never hugged,
lightly touched their arm
or looked into their eyes.
But you have touched their soul
Felt their heart
Been embraced by the warmth of their being
A friend unseen
Is not a firend untouched.
The eyes of the soul will gaze
The heart will embrace
The image will stand tall
But only in a dream…
Original Poetry & Graphics by Patricia Walter
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