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I Will Be
 
I'll be that special thought that comes from within

The whispered breeze . . . in the sound of the wind

I'll be the aroma of coffee . . . your very first cup

The one savored the most when you wake up

I'll be the snap of the twig under foot as you walk

The hesitation in voice . . . when you start to talk

I'll be the song of the bird soaring over the land

The sound of the ocean washing up on the sand

I'll be the dream unremembered upon your first waking

The beginning of each and every breath you are taking




By shale

© 2016 shale (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Love Poems/A Serenade of Love (challenge has been closed)


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