Mistereous Breeze Poem by Christon SykesSmith
Mistereous Breeze
I call it a breeze
You call it a gust
Creating a stir
Throwing up dust.
Passing without a thought,
Where did it come from?
No one knows just is,
For all we know that is all it will ever be,
A mysterious breeze.
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