Hushhhhhhhh. The breeze
Hushhhh, the breeze I hear,
Alone the sound so loud,
But with someone else near, the sound is not so clear.
It is as if my ears are in a cloud.
Funny how every day things go unobserved,
Then something , invisible as a breeze, gains ones delight.
Why is it one day it is , and another it is obscure?
Is life such that we have limited sight?
A breeze can be cool and crisp,
It can be Hot and moist to the skin.
It can be brutal and bite, not a lite whisp.
It can be so inviting, almost a sin.
Hushhh..the breeze is here.
Alone the sound so loud,
But with someone else near, the sound is not so clear.
It is as if my ears are in a cloud.
Funny how every day things go unobserved,
Then something , invisible as a breeze, gains ones delight.
Why is it one day it is , and another it is obscure?
Is life such that we have limited sight?
A breeze can be cool and crisp,
It can be Hot and moist to the skin.
It can be brutal and bite, not a lite whisp.
It can be so inviting, almost a sin.
Hushhh..the breeze is here.
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