The Magic Of The Breeze – 16 The Breeze Brushed Poem by Angelina Pandian

The Magic Of The Breeze – 16 The Breeze Brushed



The breeze brushed my cheek.
I remembered
Your cheek brush against mine
When you leaned back
That afternoon!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
premji premji 26 June 2009

when you are in love, everything counts........ from a gentle touch of soft hair to unsung melodies............................

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