by LeFlames

Created on: July 28, 2008

A gentle breeze,
Wabering ever near,
Does touch my soul.

It speaks of love,
Of light, of peace.

The words it speaks,
Are musical bells.

Faster it goes,
'Til it is a breeze no longer.

A wind does rise,
With the music ever faster.

Songs rise from the melody,
Speaking of love,
Of light, of peace.

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