Familiar Breeze

Familiar Breeze

As the breeze blows I feel;
I think of you.

A warm breeze, it's familiar;
The wind is something I remember.

Loved one, gone.
Impossible to lose the memories of
their touch, it's familiar.

Their embrace is something I remember.

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Published by Ash Douglas

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