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A prose poem by


Submitted Apr 21, 2011, 10:58:43 PM

An Airy Touch

A cool breeze shifts on a northern line,
Where do we find the good, the fine?
If not in that refreshing change of wind,
Through which frustration is thinned,
Made to sway in the flow like oak and pine.

Elope with the air does Anger and Hate,
Mixing with coolness, their fated mate,
Their dark garments with the wind are shed,
Rejoice! For they are going to be wed,
Steady now does beat Nature's heart-rate.

Breathing across my face rides the breeze,
A god's airy touch setting all at ease.


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Commented Apr 22, 2011, 9:49:36 PM