Cool Breeze
The cool draft of air felt upon my face,
Freezing my body with not the chill but
with the fine sweet smell of passed rain,
Smelling of water and the early stages of
new growth from the world,
The sky blurred by the light gray clouds,
making it seem not so bright,
The glory of the day is the joy of the evening
Nov. 13,2003
Freezing my body with not the chill but
with the fine sweet smell of passed rain,
Smelling of water and the early stages of
new growth from the world,
The sky blurred by the light gray clouds,
making it seem not so bright,
The glory of the day is the joy of the evening
Nov. 13,2003
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