Breeze

Breeze

Gentle whisper through the silent trees,
Touch of morning wrapped in ease.
Drifting softly over sleeping hills,
Carrying scent the meadow spills.

Skimming waves with feathered grace,
Dancing past each quiet place.
Leaves respond with rustling song,
Moments brief, yet sweet and strong.

Golden sunlight rides its flow,
Through valleys deep and skies aglow.
Unseen fingers brush the day,
Then, like dreams, it slips away.

GR kaviyoor 
18 07 2025

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