A Beautiful Breeze

February 4, 2010
when your sitting in the field
all alone
woundering, when the breeze blows
what you feel
when it hits your face,
the cool, crisp feeling,
the smell,
cold, relaxing feeling
how it makes that soft wistling in your ear
as it brushes agenst your face softly,
taking all your fears away,
getting lost, in memories,
memories that make you smile,
opening your eyes, to a beautiful sunset,
looking at the beauty of colors as the sun goes down,
feeling the breeze,
one last time, before you go,
but, not your last,
for you will be back,
to tell another story, of,
A Beautiful Dream.

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Framingdog13 said...
Mar. 15, 2010 at 7:56 pm
This is a wonderful poem. I am so pround of my daughter. Keep up the good work.
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