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Comments about Phyllis Scott
As the gentle breeze does cross my face
And rustle through my hair without a trace
My heart senses it as a slight caress
From your loving breath deep in your breast.
Do I imagine you ever so near
Before the breeze, my eyes release a tear
And you come in that loving form of breeze
To let me know you are finally at ease;
To let me know you are ever near
Each and every time I shed a tear;
Or when the tears do not fall
You are there standing ever so tall;
Or do I wish so very hard
To feel a sign from you from afar?
No, I do not imagine ...