Seasonal Fling

The breeze is a seasonal fling,
A swagger that comes by surprise,
Swooning my entire existence
An invisible veil inviting me to come unto it
To embrace what it has embraced on many
A blessing, a reward for my longing patience
The sign of mercy, the stroke of love
Making my mood joyful and foolish
Nostalgic and imaginative it makes me,
Visioning the breeze over the fields, my lover, and I
Gazing at the stars with our fingers locked
The screaming fields responding to the breeze
Sharing my feelings with my lover
Do you feel that lost happiness from the breeze?
Summer has ended, and it's no longer a friend
Reconciling with the winter's inn....
The breeze has always been so handsome
Having affairs with the moon and the waters
Content, for it chose to fling with me..
The best of feelings it will ever be.

- Mattéo

This poem is about: 
Our world


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