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My Lovely Breeze

I belong to the bowers and branches, tied but for you, free
Breeze, I feel you all the while, I flutter quietly in that tree...
You are air to everyone, but silent north wind you are to me
In you I search my happiness, in you my love I see...
I am just a simple leaf
You are my powerful breeze.

I cry with the raindrops, I smile with the sun rays
Wind, I bow for you when you blow through my veins...
You blow for the hills, you blow for the seas
But it's been long since you've blown for me...
I am just a green little leaf
You are my swishing breeze.

I am growing brown, I am growing old
I will still wait, long ago have I told
Caterpillars and ants, loved by all
Can you pluck me before I fall?
I am just an old, gold leaf
You are still the blowing breeze.

Tired am I, sleepy as death
Breeze I will love you till my last breath...
Blow harder, blow me away in your arms
I give you a little green one, full of charms
I am a withering old leaf
You will always be my loving breeze.

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What a lovely poem,  really enjoy this one, well done, it was refreshing and sweet and painted a good picture xx
I like the contrast from the green leaf onto the changing of seasons, but it seemed like you were holding something back. Perhaps write it again but slow down and seach inside. I might be wrong, but I think the piece could be much stronger. I know you can do it...
Sad, yet full of life. Who doesn't think of her/himself as the 'old, gold leaf' (at least for me that is)? The juxtiposition of the new life of  '...a little green one' with the decaying old one is wonderful; life, death and rebirth through nature is captured.  S.

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