The Perfect Breeze…

It eludes me.

Searching for its presence… words escaping how to describe it.

It teases me.

Rifling through my senses of memories that have passed…
longing to turn time back to simpler days.

It soothes me.

Coming at the most unexpected moments, caressing my face…
exuding comfort and contentment.

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About d@rk_@ngel_kn!ght

A traveler at heart, a bystander by nature. On good hair days, I look like a cobra with my hair serving as my "hood". On other days, I'm better off left alone. Genuine, sweet, thoughtful, and simple.

Posted on August 26, 2011, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. imagery that bursts through the surface… 🙂

  2. This is sweet and I hope you are doing well… I enjoyed this short piece. 🙂

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