O' Breeze, My Breeze Poem by Maahi Priyanka Raj

O BREEZE, MY BREEZE



It's a charming feel, the air full of floral fragrances.
For I never hear the rustle of leaves,
And then, dancing on the tunes, full of valleys blossom.
For it may come from paradise, the old brown hills.
And spring in the early March, tulips buzzing
Red, pink, yellow daffodils, daisies dizzying!


O BREEZE, MY BREEZE, blow...blow
Blow the fragrance of love and charm!


It's a beautiful valley, for heart and romance, as pleasing mine.
Plums orchards blossom there, and air intoxicant as wine.

To hear the wild bees and see the merry spring again.


O BREEZE, MY BREEZE, blow...blow
Blow the fragrance of love and charm!
The tall pines is green, beloved - ye' have been long away.
It's March and spring time, and white is on my way.
And hear those soothing melody, beloved, -you may lie at rest.
For birds are in song there, fluting from nest

O BREEZE, MY BREEZE, blow...blow
Blow the fragrance of love and charm!



It's white valley, towards which I shall tread,
To the tall green pines, green grass, dew drops and rest heart and head.
To the tulips, and intoxicating orchards, and little bird's song,
In the beautiful valley where
I 've cure for bruised heart, the land where I belong.

O BREEZE, MY BREEZE, blow...blow
Blow the fragrance of love and charm!

BY: Mahi
Priyanka Raj

@mahipriyanka.wordpress.com

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