Warm breeze; the neighbor tosses back the fallen apple.
Fragrant breeze; father takes me into his childhood mind.
Dawn breeze; the scent of green in the spring rain.
Sea breeze; the rising of rainfall into monsoon.
Bright breeze; grandpa takes me into his kiting day.
2 thoughts on “The Shapes Of Breeze”
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A contemplative and elegantly wrought poem.
I love the frame of the picture.