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The Breeze

Written by: Kelsey Syble

By Kelsey SyblePublished 5 months ago 1 min read
Image: Pexels / Darcy Lawrey

Metallic buildings and solemn strangers

became the backdrop of my dreams and prayers.

And yet, I didn't know what I was searching for

when I first moved here.

So focused on sharing unconditional love

like it was a currency,

I never noticed the summer breeze.

We met the second week in July,

and you presented a new way of thinking.

Positivity radiated from your entire being.

A flickering of crimson and forest green

across your face from the TV screen

was something I never knew I'd need.

These patterns and routines

we lived with joyfully.

And when the summer leaves returned to their August trees,

I noticed the breeze.

love poems

About the Creator

Kelsey Syble

A Southern born-and-raised writer now navigating life in the Northeast.

Follow me on Instagram: @kelseysyble

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