Did you ever feel more for someone then yourself?
Like a something inside but outside your self. Like a power inside when you look outside. Do i make just a sense for myself?
One must feel that other then me.
Like a seed grows a tree.
Like a sun burning through a cloud.
A whisper that is so loud.
A breeze that brings many things.
That breeze on my face brought to me. Flowing smiles from far away.
Crying loss from yesterday.
Blowing breeze i feel on my face.
That breeze passes on to the next.
Do you see it like I do?
Smell that breeze where did it come from??? What passion did it bring?
What memories of all things?
Did you ever feel more for someone then yourself?
Whispers hit my face through the breeze.
I hear them loud and clear.
My breeze will not stay here.
Wind blows to the next and blows to the next ........ forever listening can you hear?