Breath of Love
In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky.
How sweet the breath of love upon my face!
In rustling leaves, I hear you softly sigh;
in autumns wind, I look up to the sky
and see what time and death cannot erase. . .
In guise of sun’s bright rays, you are nearby!
In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky.
How sweet the breath of love upon my face!
Written 2/7/2015 for the Contest of Gail Angel Doyle
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