Soft, cool
The breeze feels fine
Sudden, harsh
Sends a chill down the spine
Where the outskirts meet the inskirts
The breeze dances, twirls, and flirts
Hard to see and harder to greet
This wind offers a unique treat
No-one in the moonlight to be there
When the breeze picks up from who knows where
And does the most unusual of things
As it moves, it cries and sings
The true intent of the breeze is lost
A tale with a burdensome cost
And now it dances, flirts, and twirls
Where the loneliness slowly unfurls
No-one in the sunlight, they stay inside
When the breeze goes for a ride
And does the most usual of things
It dies out, having lost its wings
Sad, lonely
The breeze feels cold
Prickly, fast
As we all grow old
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roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I
PoetryNew poems added monthly. Subject, type, rhythm, rhyme, and length of the poems will change according to what I want to write in a given month. Current number of poems: 33 When I get to 60 poems, this will be considered a complete collection and subs...
