Whisper To The Breeze

I sit alone in a field,
Yet I am never lonely,
For through the breeze i sit in,
I whisper past the trees,

Beyond the fields and houses,
With couples old and new,
The wind shall carry melodies,
I wrote with thoughts of you,

And past the fields and houses,
I wait for your reply,
A whisper carried to my ear,
As the wind begins to sigh,

I wait for you to guide me,
With your melody of a voice,
And the wind begins to guide me,
To declare to you in person,
I want you to be mine.

by Zexion The Poet

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