Thoughts Of You #2
As soft
breezes
blow.
Touching
my face
cooling
I feel
you near.
In the
sighing
of
leaves.
I listen,
the
whispers
tug at
my heart.
When the
sun breaks
through.
Heating
up the
day,
I hear
your
laughter.
The wind
stirs
parting
my hair.
Your
voice
is heard
in the
distance.
poem by Heather Burns
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