The Breeze Feels Good On the Skin

As I sat underneath the holly tree
Pouring my thoughts into stone 
​I found myself
Writing of you again
The wind
Carried this tune for miles
In the smoke from my mahogany pipe
Mixing my words into distant clouds;
Promising to release them 
Onto your doorstep
With the next downpour 
Like melodies of pink robins
Nesting in this tree.
All that’s left now
Is to remain faithful 
That you’ll recurve this bouquet 
in its entirety. I fear not
For the breeze has yet to let me down
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