Gentle breeze in the silent storm

Are you not
This thing
that dances
in the heat
Driven snow

A minute
A moment
A mote

Sent round
In simple touch
In gentle care

Sent round
In rough hands
And soft sighs

Just a fading
Remembrance
In the soft grass
In the soft lines
Of a hope shorn
Lined face

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