Reivax Camlost

10 April 2017

Warm breeze, that you would raise my hair

And trees, that wave and gaily drop their blossoms

Surge, sweet swells of cooling wind against my face

The sun shines down in pleasant warming laughter rays

And voices, drifting merrily consort in pairs

I meditate, on nothing in particular, and stare

Into the rushing, smooth caress of spring filled air

And there is peace

Comments4

  • rrodriguez

    Indeed! Nicely done, young man!

  • Garry

    IVery warming. In content and style

  • Tris Eaton

    I like this a lot, very calm and relaxing. Good job!

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write. May peace always be with us all.



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