Lessons In the Breeze
Echoes roam these hallowed halls
and for a moment I wished
to run away into the darkness
The last of her glow
lies low to the west
and I can barely feel her touch
Once a warm summer's kiss
on a sun soaked Lilly pad
floating in a pristine pond
Now relegated to rains falling down
her comfort in a foreign land
Echoes don't leave just yet for
I will not chase haunted dreams
but will gaze quietly upon her beauty
and listen to the lessons in the breeze
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