The Breeze and Me
The wind picks up the feathers
of the fallen bird
And carries it where it wills
It picks up the fallen leaves
Of autumn colors and carries them
Where it wills
The gentle breeze wraps around me
And whispers, you are mine my love
I am with you always
© Brenda V Northeast 25th March 2011
Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast | Year Posted 2012
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