A Gust Of Fresh Air Poem by Bryan Taplits

A Gust Of Fresh Air

The ardor of days now past
The Sweep of knitted dreams
No longer am I there again
To glean what once was seemed.
I peer into the future now
That once was bright and fair
To dream of times now just ahead
And swirl in brisk fresh air.

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