I feel the calm and gentle breeze
lightly brush my skin with ease
I see the rising full moon glow
as it begins its' evening show
I hear the rustling of the tree
as I sit beneath on bended knee
I smell the fresh cut blades of grass
and watch the billowing clouds that pass
I taste the salt from tear stained skin
as I yearn to feel true love from him
Sunday, June 22, 2008
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