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Breeze
How stale the air seems
Unstirring, short of life
Just a blank desert before me
My emotions, like my words
Clinging damply to me
Dry sand twirling...
Just my thoughts swirling
Choking the imagination
Bright as hope,
Yet, tauntingly blinding
My mind as dry as the air
Shifting, so restless
Yet unnervingly still
Smiles pass on by
Forgotten tumbleweed
Ah! and but even for a moment
Sweet and cherished delight
I feel you, refreshing
I cling to the memory of...
The breeze.....
~THE FLOWING PEN~
7-20-08
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