Love Poem: Lessons In the Breeze
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Written by: Tim Smith

Lessons In the Breeze

Echoes roam these hallowed halls
and for a moment I wished 
to run away into the darkness

The last of her glow 
lies low to the west
and I can barely feel her touch

Once a warm summer's kiss
on a sun soaked Lilly pad 
floating in a pristine pond

Now relegated to rains falling down
her comfort in a foreign land

Echoes don't leave just yet  for
I will not chase haunted dreams
but will gaze quietly upon her beauty
and listen to the lessons in the breeze