Not a poem, just pretty thoughts

If the wind changes on my smile
will happiness be eternal?

And will that gentle breeze
breathe secrets in your ear?
Play across your lips?

Will it carry my smile
direct to your eye?
My fingerprints to your cheek?
My scent to your lungs?

When that zephyr curls
enfolding you
Will you infuse it?

Will that laden wind
return to me?
Or drift out of range?

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