Wednesday 10 June 2015

Breeze

Breeze
 The way u touch my face,cant express ur glory ur grace
Oh u my lordz btiful gift,to man who just asire to swift
They say u r a god urself,and not his gift what i hv felt
If its so m amazed to realize,u cm wd me wherever i reside
If god is so close to us,in ur face and so voluptuous
Why v roam to find him,to know him to define him
Since u r present everywhere,any time i can say my prayer
And as goes my observance my feel,u will bestow me wd ur zest and zeal
O breeze o breeze
U r so filled of youth and hope,want to fly wd u nd taste this nature's dope.

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