The Tight Breeze
The tight breeze is like a dull blade to sweep you off your feet
Into an entrance you wish was locked, and sealed tight.
The cobwebs are silver with dew like drops.
The furniture are ghosts with white cotton
The dinner bouquets are now fallen leaves that will eventually crumple into meaningless bliss.
Although old and worn
You can feel a certain love and tender growth that only kind and loving Heart would understand....like yours
Into an entrance you wish was locked, and sealed tight.
The cobwebs are silver with dew like drops.
The furniture are ghosts with white cotton
The dinner bouquets are now fallen leaves that will eventually crumple into meaningless bliss.
Although old and worn
You can feel a certain love and tender growth that only kind and loving Heart would understand....like yours
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