The breeze has come to hold me firm,
The storm had run off to the ocean,
The breeze arrives with the host of calm,
My heart flutters as the wings of vision,
Covering me with satin gown with no buttons,
That flips open now and then,
The gentle breeze kisses my eardrum,
After the thunderous storm played violence,
The breeze is good, with whom I make the pact,
Not to leave me alone anywhere with the villain,
My breath responds with no clapping from the heart,
The breeze arrives with many bags of good benefits.
After the storm we need gentle breeze to provide a soothing touch. Beautifully rendered. Thank you.
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Beautiful! a touch of gentle breeze is what we all need to fight the storms. Thanks for sharing.