About the breeze lies a delicacy I'd like to know.
Give me a shake as you bustle and stroll
in your gentle haste to morning's day.
In time you'll blow back my way,
but be no stranger to my dreams,
come and go as you please.
Call me by name the time after next,
ease my curiosity of your poise so vexed.
Curl and cradle about my skin,
billow in grace, strike me with a grin.
I yearn to know of the peace in flow,
take me to comfort, I'm ready to go.
- Samuel Richard Leonard
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Nature is ever beautiful. Morning's breeze gives us gentle touch. Stranger still scribbles in dream. Brilliant perception is well expressed in poem. Amazing sharing is done...10