"The breeze"
A cool light breeze is blowing,
The breeze is passing by touching everything,
This is the breeze that has forced me,
To come out of the room and sit here.
yes! The breeze has called me here, Why are you so surprised to hear this?
Okay! Let me tell you how breeze called me.
The breeze entered through my room's window.
Then started moving around my room.
When breeze saw that I was ignoring him.
The breeze started blowing fast,
And the papers on which I was writing poem,
Breeze flew and brought the paper out with him,
And I also came out to collect those papers,
yes, now I am sitting outside.
As soon as I came out i looked at the sky,
The sky is blue and clear white clouds in different shapes,
When I look at the sun, my eyes close,
Still, I am looking at the bright sun who is giving light to everyone.
Now, I am sitting here trying to complete my poem,
But the breeze is not letting me concentrate,
The breeze blows all around me,
The breeze touches my face.
The breeze passes through my hair and entangled it and gone,
Then the breeze comes back and disentangle my hair,
the breeze would pass by my face and gesture me to look at him,
I looked towards the breeze, it went near the tree.
The breeze play with the leaves of the tree,
Even the dry leaves leave the tree,
And fall on the ground to play with the breeze,
Then the breeze is blowing the leaves away from the ground..
There is a bird chirping on the branch of the tree,
The bird looked towards me,
Then the strong flow of breeze scared the bird.
The bird got scared and flew away from there.
The breeze flow here and there,
The breeze is in its own fun,
I could not complete that poem,
But i enjoyed the afternoon breeze thinking about you.
Phone credit- Pintrest
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