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
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Peace, like a warm glow that fills your face and calms your spirit. Such peace that comes only from the deepest meditation or prayer. What a gift...
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Indeed! Nicely done, young man!
IVery warming. In content and style
I like this a lot, very calm and relaxing. Good job!
Very good write. May peace always be with us all.
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