The air smells of nature
And I breathe in freshness, grace, and godliness
The breezes kiss me
And I know you are near
Where did the gentle breeze go?
The one that led my way
When did it become a monsoon
Which I could not stand up to?
A hurricane of epic proportions
Which I could not stand up to
And you an enigmatic mystery…
Will all things be explained?
Will love make sense someday?
I feel peace coming
The breezes are gentle once again
But like Dorothy, I am no longer in Kansas…
Image: Dasha Musohranova
Recent Posts
