The breeze
A vixen in the night
Can you hear?
A child in fright?
Singing upon the treetops
On a moonless night.
The breeze
as gentle as a cat
The breeze
As ferocious as a sea storm
And when the weather warm
The breeze is the one we call
The breeze brushes against the skin
Like a hand a newborn
The breeze although gentle in its splendor
Never lasts for long
And we forlorn
This summer morn
The breeze now gone.
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PoetryPoems. This blew up over the past couple weeks so, thankyou 🥺👉👈❤️ I um, just use Wattpad to vent so I wasn't really expecting this thankyou all for your comments it means a lot to me
