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
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