On The Breeze Poem by David Blake

On The Breeze



From the sea, the salty breeze to inland meadow goes.
The daffodils and lilies gently sway to and fro. Lost in
the spring day I watch the clouds through youthful eyes
once more. In the trance of youth and love full of peace,
I can but bitterly lament the passage of time.

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