White and pastel blue
streaked across the sky
with rays of sunshine leaking
Air was warm and tasty
with fresh rain and nature and-
oh what's that I feel?
Bare feet brushed against the delicate grass
they shuffled, left and returned to the ground
with my hands stretched out
I was ready to embrace
Then the little gust of air rushed towards me
my zephyr; my gentle wind
twirled my hair, tickled my cheeks
cooled my skin, encircled my being
warmed my heart
It then quickly unwrapped from me
ran off to bask in sunshine
and beauty of the day ahead;
it followed the song of freedom sung by the birds
I smiled and just looked on
not knowing if the zephyr will return again
But well
I kept its scent in my heart anyway.
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