Saturday, September 17, 2011

Poem #566


Whisked away by a sudden breeze, 
Instantaneously catching everything in its path. 
Nature’s scent rides the current. 
Disrupted by a cold gust of air. 
Swept up and brushed aside, 
With the light breath of the world. 
Engulfed by a refreshing draft. 
Pushed into flight in an instant. 
Taken away into the distance.

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