Zephyr
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. ~Helen Keller
She wore blue checked gingham
and her world of daffodils and daisies
was the kingdom in which I lived
for a season.
Like the soft breeze of a zephyr
the diaphanous veil of my lover
enveloped me and caressed my soul
with a measure of gentleness.
Whenever I am troubled by life's pressures
I remember that gentle measure,
and the diaphanpus zephyr of love's
soft cleansing power.
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