A gentle breeze blows
across your skin,
to remind you
that you are here.
And not there
with her,
a million miles,
and a thousand years
Away.
But the breeze ends,
and you are free…
To drift again,
smiling.
Perfection in Summer
A gentle breeze blows
across your skin,
to remind you
that you are here.
And not there
with her,
a million miles,
and a thousand years
Away.
But the breeze ends,
and you are free…
To drift again,
smiling.
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