Soft Breezes Blow
H Heather Burns
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A soft breeze taps
on my window
beckons me to listen
begs for attention.
I am carried away to
another place and you
images of your face
appears.
whispers are familiar
plays with my emotions
hair gently tangles
stealing the ribbons
I am caught in your
breeze
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