Untouchable

They come in pieces and in feathers they’re gone

Untouched

Smiles on shattered glasses, no face to hold

Untouchable

You’re here and gone, am I real or a thought?

Maybe just the smallest dream of God

A little song a bird likes to give to the world.

Untouchable is the wind as my restless soul.

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