The breeze is something I envy, how the breeze is calm and yet somehow can cause harm. It joins together to form an unstoppable force, causing unimaginable chaos with no remorse.
When it's calm, it can be as soft as my palm. It caused no harm where it goes, it doesn't spray like an untamed hose.
The breeze has it's good and bad days, a time of trouble and a time of praise.
So when those ask me what stings like bees, I just have to say the envy worthy breeze.
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My Diary Of Poems
PoetryI have always written poems, helping express my thoughts and feelings through pretty words and now I share them with you. Some may house dark themes, so be warned.
