I am just a breeze.
...just a breeze.
Gently stirring at the window,
of your soul.
A sound on the edge of perception.
A rustle in the leaves,
of branches lit by a starry sky.
Barely self-aware, and already gone…
Written 03/01/2008
© 2008 Mirror aka 
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