The cold breeze of the morning,

Swept through my room brawling.

Ran into my body, heart, and soul

Until I screamed a shivering moan.

Strands of hair stood still,

As they watched me go pale.

Then, I had my memories triggered;

Remembered how her breath had me shivered.

How I Felt her hands wrapped around,

As if she feared to fall on the ground.

How her nose stuck to my neck,

Exhaling an icy breath.

How her hair spread over my chest,

Like a prairie on a fest.

Out of the blue, I gasped,

To a fact that I couldn’t clasp;

That,

She was nothing but My morning breeze.

 

 

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