Day 3

Breeze

In her arms, I taste what freedom means
The endless waves a symphony,
Sounds of rising, falling dreams
Break on rocks of intimacy.
Truth, it rolls on ebbing flows,
Hold her close, away she flies,
These passion, pastel colored woes
Irradiate my summer skies.
Her choke hold on the shifting sands
Breeds comfort found in leaves of jade,
Scents of lilac vent the land
And hold us to the light we saved.
I'm begging her to stay with me,
She's floating on, oh sweetest breeze...

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