RR (11/27/95 / )

The Breeze

Up and up the breeze flew,
Up to the sky, up so high,
This breeze you see, wanted to be somewhere,
Somewhere were no one would dare,
But then it got tired of flying so high,
So it flew back home,
Back home to be alone

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Simplistic & succinct, yet compendious & creatively eloquent in tone & poetic measure.Nice Work! ~ FjR ~