Breeze

She is strong, powerful yet gentle
Passing away in a blink of eye
Dancing with the trees, a belly partner
Too easy to lift, too hard to catch.

Would pass away kissing the tress
If she has to meet her lover
Somewhere living in the glades
She takes the grime as her greetings.

Doors would clap as she arrives
And the windows would bow
For she needs to enter the homes,
and to share her immortal touch.

by kabeer katariya

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