In the silence of the nights,
when people are engaged with their sleep,
I can hear your footsteps....
Your footsteps... oh dear breeze! !
When you touch my face so gently,
My soul rises up and says,
'Come gentle breeze come...
Come and walk with me...
Take me to the higher mountains,
where no human being does exist.
Take me to the subterranean fields,
where do exists only me and you.
Take me to the island miles away,
where birds do talk to me.
I want not to reside anymore,
among the cruel, impious, fake beings.
Come breeze come... take me away,
in the silence of the night,
when people are engaged with their sleep, '
take me to the higher mountains,
and to the subterranean fields...'
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11 comments:
Absolutely wonderful imagery here. Love and Light, Sender
The breeze..the gentlest of lovers.
Lovely!
Lovely!
Splendidly written! Not sure if you are visitng someone's grave or not, but you sound like you are in love with that person.
This poem is both gentle and mysterious. Nice work.
breeze is sweet..
love that - subterranean fields....wonderful image...bkm
Sounds like the place to be...felt.
that's very romantic and beautiful breeze poem.
lovely done!
Wow soothing :3~ Let go with the breeze~~=P
Peaceful and truly beautiful!
:-)
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