A Breeze
Today a breeze grazed my face
With tenderness it touched me
It felt sweet against my cheek
I was certain you heard my plea
Out of habit I searched for hands
But they never once appeared
As I searched every lonely corner
the wind suddenly disappeared
The breeze carried her memory
Recollections of hand in glove
For a moment I felt your caress
For one moment I felt your love
Photo borrowed from Google Images
Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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🙂
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Very nicely delivered.
Best Always
john
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Smiling. Thank you John. I appreciate your visit.
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Fleeting words…
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LOL THank you so much.
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I have moments like that every day.I wake up sometimes thinking my wife has just been with me and is in another room so I want to call out. Realisation comes in time to stop me though I tried once just in case. She didn’t come and the disappointment was crushing.
Hugs
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David, I am so sorry to hear that.
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Thanks, but I’m getting more used to it now I suppose. It still catches me sometimes though.
Hugs
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It takes time. I can’t tell you how many times I dialed my mother’s number to talk to her and then, sadly remember she was gone. Sorry, for making you think of her.
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Please don’t apologise, I’ll never stop thinking of he. It’s just sometimes when I wake and forget it’s bad and you’re not responsible for that. Sorry about your mother.
Hugs
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Thanks. Have a great day.
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don’t let the wind slap you in the backside.
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I always protect my backside from winds and doors. lol
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Splendidly recollected….Love the apt image! 🙂
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Smiling. Thank you my friend.
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This is so sweet… That just a slight breeze reminds you of a loved one 🙂
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Smiling. When we are in love everything
reminds us of the one we love.
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I agree. Even breathing. 🙂
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Exactly.
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Beautiful, wistful, serene… A love that lasts eternally…
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Smiling. Thank you for your sweet words.
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Beautiful! And I love the structure of the poem, as well as the sentiments it expressed. Just lovely!
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Smiling. Thanks.
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Bike gloves r common
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Hahaha
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Sweet and just a little poignant…
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Thank you for your kind words.
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Thank you for sharing yours.
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Smiling.
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Glad to see you smiling. Smiles back.
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I don’t image you meant it in this fashion, but your poem made me think of my mother. Always a gentle hand . . . In her final days (and at times, not knowing who I was) she would smooth my hair back. I had long hair at the time, and when I’d help her sit up, it had a tendency to end up in her face. Even after 13 years, I still feel her loving hands.
Love it, Andrew. 🙂
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Thanks. Years after my parents died, there were days I swore I could still feel their touch or their scent. I understand how you related her to these words. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. It warmed me to think I could remind you of such love.
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It did. Thank you for the lovely poem. 🙂
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Thank you for reading.
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Lovely… Sad and beautiful… Makes me imagine the ghost of a loved one making its presence known.
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Thank you for your kind words. That is a wonderful idea. A ghost stroking our faces with the tenderness they wish to give us. What a lovely thought.
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A whisper or a breeze of a memory. Beautiful! 🙂
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Smiling. Glad you enjoyed it. When we are in love, everything reminds us of our loved one.
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When we are hurting, it reminds us too. 😦
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True.
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Ah, spooky…a ghost or the ghost of love?
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LOL
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Gosh what’s wrong with the horn dog – this is all lovely stuff. 😉
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Thank you. The chimp gets lucky once in a while. Thanks for reading.
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dt breez comes to me n lnspire to write,think n forces me to remeber my sweet meories who wanders around me like ur butterfly.
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Smiling. Thank you for reading.
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Welcome .
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my sweet memories r like beutiful butterflies who always walk with me as u.what a surprised.dt girl in white dress seems as my fairy dreams,o lonely!how do u create dis miracale in which all tenshions r desappeard
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Thank you for saying that.
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Welcome.
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You are hitting all the right notes. These words makes me feel mushy. Beautiful 🙂
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Smiling. Thank you for reading and for saying that. Much appreciated.
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My pleasure 🙂
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The breeze carried her memory – our senses recall moments, sometimes stop us mid-step. Lovely.
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Smiling. Thank you so much.
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Absolutely beautiful. Anyone who has ever experienced the loss of a loved one can relate to this. You have a tremendous talent for striking a chord in people.
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Thank you for saying that. I am so flattered. Glad you enjoyed. Thanks for reading.
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Lonely as usual. In my experience with love lost, I can honestly say that I’m glad that their gone. It made room for the love of my life.
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Smiling. Many times we ask ourselves why we lose something, but it is to make room for something better. Thanks for reading.
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I realize that I wrote “lonely as usual.” I meant “lovely.”
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Hahaha I didn’t even notice it. That is so funny. Thank you so much.
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Ahh…this one is divine.:0)
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Smiling. Thank you.
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Beautiful and refreshing… I believe I felt a silent touch across my face. Smiles.
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Laughing. When we love we do tend to carry them with us.
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Indeed.
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Beautiful, Andrew. I know this, oh so well 🙂
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Smiling. Thank you.
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🙂 You are welcome!
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Lovely poem, very wistful.
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Smiling. Thank you for reading.
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Why r dis breez rminding ur love?where is ur love?is ur love for unknown like my unknown love?u know-here is d time of midnight.blowing breez n sky with many stars r with me n i…..m writing a poem on dt star who is shining very much for many days n seems as staring me.i don’t know-why.
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No, it was just an inspiration I had. Sometimes, when we are in love, everything reminds us of this person. Thanks for reading.
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Oh thanks god.i m now happy knowing dt u all r fine
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Laughing. Yes I am
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U know-here is time of midnight.d sky is full of many stars.here too breez(thandi hawa) is blowing.a big alone star for many times is shining among other stars.habitualy i see d sky.for sometimes i feel -he wants to say me.so i m writing a poem for him.so i say u farewell for some times.
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Smiling, Thank you so much.
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Welcome bt ur poem about of Velentine is a sad poem .r u remember ur ex-wife.plz relax.in dt event ,u do not feel any guilty .there is not ur fault .pyaar diwana hota he;mustana hota he;har khushi se har gam se begaana hota he…….
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No, I just got the inspiration of love and started writing. Thanks for reading.
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Have u understand my lines in hindi song?
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NO, what do they say. Please explain.
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Great piece
Beautiful
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Thank you so much for reading.
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So sweet..
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Thanks
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