The chilled breath of wind,
Makes way across the crystal pane,
To the outer world, new adventure.
Places velvet and dark, but all the same.

Pillowy diamond clear fields,
Across the shimmer mourning mists;
To the deep blue ocean,
Always wayward, alive, and spoken.

This breath of life dances with leaves,
Runs with the wildest of beasts.
First wavers, then pulls forth,
Gives a sullen rush for all its worth.

The blades sway in afternoon light,
Simple breath warms up;
Stutters slightly, gives way.
Keep dancing, green simple sight.

With my eyes fixed on your elegant face,
Eye to eye, lips parting for word.
Hand in hand, the little breath moves,
Off my tongue and keeping pace.

It ruffles fine threads of hair,
Brushes softly against your face,
At that moment nothing matters,
Except the fact you are beautiful and fair.

Maiden of the morn,
This breath of wind has seen it all,
Then rest and dies up in your soul;
Blossoming beauty, angel of mine.

 
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