The Gentle Breeze
I usually cry if I can’t stand pressures
Because its my way to overcome my fears
People may think it will waste my tears
What do I care as this is about my life here.
I felt the wind on my face, gentle
Always with me whenever I stumble
Though can’t be seen and touched
I appreciate its existence so much!
I may look very very lonely
But here in the heart of me;
Thoughts of him lingers peacefully
He’s naughty yet so very funny!
The wind is just like him
And we always make a good team
Though rarely see each other
Our bonds still grows stronger..
This person may be smiling;
After reading this homemade poem
You know him better darling;
Much much more than I do
Cause that person is none other than you!
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