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The Mysterious Breeze

The night is still and
The moon is enwrapped
In the curtain of clouds
He appears in my thoughts
Hidden, masked
Like a silhouetted figure

Who is he?
The man of my wordy world…
Before I could figure
A mysterious breeze
Typical of sultry summer nights
Blows across and
Sweeps him away from the
Screen of my mind

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