Zephyr
A soft gentle wind on a navy night
makes the branches to rub against slight
which were still after a tough fight;
With a soft gentle wind on a maze
then the branches had a gaze
which induced a spark to love trace;
Moon shines, stars glitter, sky charms
amidst a soft gentle wind with no norms
makes the branches hear whispers form;
A soft gentle wind carries the fragrance of love
flowers, buds and stars breath and bow
makes the branches smell it in the grove;
Then the soft gentle wind dropped dew
to the branches to taste their love due
to melt the tiff between the two
A soft gentle wind made them twig.
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