The breeze through my hair,
it reminds me that you're there.
I see you in front of me.
First in the grass, the bench,
Now the tree.
I clutch to the notion
I grasp at the thought.
I know that you are here.
For its what i am taught.
With this simple wind,
I am reminded that you are forever.
You are what I should search for.
What I need in me.
I just have to look.
In the flower, breeze or be.
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