22 January 2013
Oh gentle breeze, how I love thee.
How hot a day can be, made bearable indeed.
Caressingly, gently, perfectly, blowing around me.
Ushering out a sigh, I slowly close my eyes.
Feeling my stress within, leaving as quick as wind.
Needing this relief, I never turn a cheek.
Whipping the branches around, leaves falling to the ground.
Magically you usher me to a subconconciense dream.
Stressful my life was indeed, until you caressed me.
Breeze • Opuss № I