The wind blows

2003 poems
I love it when the wind blows through the air.
Thanks for blowing that sweet air in my mind.
The air blows through my mind
Telling me that is the air of love.
That air of love
is coming from someone sweet,
honest, caring and more.
The wind in the air 
blows through my mind every day that I live.
The air is just like love
and the love is just like you.
(c)Cherisse Powers
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