breezes blowing

breezes blowing clothes hung on a line —
it makes me think of you —
colors waving banners in the wind,
just like we used to do

we were breezes too were you and me,
a random dance in motion —
we were every wind that’s every blown,
and every last emotion

breezes blowing, summer has to go:
such is the path of living,
where you are today i do not know,
but nothing needs forgiving

for you did the best you could with me
before your time for going —
now and then, though, i’ll still think of you
when i feel
breezes

blowing

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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