I sit here with the breeze by my side
softly sitting there
moving in the sky
speaks gently without words
moving without being seen
only allowing itself to be felt by others
we see no colours from the breeze
we only hear that soft sound speaking outside of ourselves
that voice it has
the one that’s always there
the whisper of soft kindness in the sky
the whisper of gentleness that touches our skin
moves through the trees
speaks with the birds
accepted for what it is in the world
a soft essence
a soft sound
living and speaking gently
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Author:
Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Was in the garden yesterday and noticed how nice it felt to just sit there and feel the breeze
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The parallel between the softness of a breeze and the gentleness of a person is evident in this write. Nicely worded it sends its message well
Thankyou ) thanks for the kind words ..
My friend, I really loved “accepted for what it is in the world.” There’s such a quiet wisdom in that thought. The poem feels like an invitation to gentleness and presence. Lovely write, Caring Dove. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks for the kind words in my poem 🙂
May that wonderful gentleness always be with you CD.
Andy
Thanks
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