Fresh Breeze

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A fresh breeze

my senses teased

I sniffed the new air

it tickled my hair

it played gently with my skin

I wanted to pull it in

it caressed my cheek

more of it, I seek

it rustled through the greenery

and softly moved the scenery

it's gone as quickly as it came

refreshing its name

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