The soft wind

The soft wind
whispers promises
into my ear so eager,
Memories of running barefoot
through dark nights so clear
with the sultry air caressing my limbs
I run to a lover waiting.
Memories of days at the park
walking hand in hand
and lips a breaths-length apart
Revive my senses.
The spring air gives hope
a fresh outlook
to the monotonal winter months
vibrantly renewing each day.
Clean and pure
I am cleansed
by the flowers sighing out puffs
of pollen.

I knew it
when I saw the moon so full
in the crisp sky,
I knew.


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