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Feb 2018
I am a good old goose
With a period old jeez
I was going to appease
Then came flowing in the breeze
The breeze blew on my face
To make me a tease

The breeze asked me my name
I called out the same
Then i asked it's name
I don’t have one said the breeze
So i called it by the seasons name
I called it Winter Breeze

I asked the winter breeze
From where it came to chase
Breeze said with please
I come from the mountains maze
Flowing though the valleys space
Flaunting in my own space

Winter Breeze kept flowing on my face
And i was overwhelmed by it’s grace
Mild whistles blew to say it’s trace
And my mind went flying with it’s tale

It said the story of the far and the near
While ending the tale it whispered clear

I will never see you again dear
Breezes don’t have names
And they don’t want to stay

I went wearing a tear
Listening the say, no dear
Without saying a word, another
The Winter Breeze kept flowing far for ever
Written by
Boban Vijay
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