Playing With The Breeze

He didn’t know

For sure,

What he thought

He knew

Was that days

And weeks disappeared,

Her nakedness

Slipped back into clothes

And time,

Time had taken

Her somewhere,

Leaving memories,

Memories as sweet and bright

As the cherry blossoms

Playing with the

Breeze.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

4:49 PM April 24, 2013

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