On the Breeze: A Poem

He loved me. Though he never said it with words, it was the way his hand held mine that the whisper was heard.

Promises. Like a sky of roaring thunder, the hope that we shared was more satiating than the rain that we were under.

Now timeless, our future flows on with ease with seeds blown by our breath gently floating on the breeze.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!


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