Free and Easy
O' so free the breeze that blows through the leaves
on a breezy day.
O' so kind be the spiritual words
like wine,
giving the spiritual high,
from the depths
of truly giving.
...invisible.
A time, a wind now comes on the strong side
of the breeze that blows through the leaves
on a breezy day.
...beginning
unseen with the eye
A rhyme is born
free...and easy.
Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2014
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