Blow

A breeze blows a kiss
And it tastes of you
What of your thoughts?
Are they blowing, too?
If I breathe in the sounds
Of air through the trees
Would there be a trace
Of you in the leaves?

I lost my voice
To the sea, long ago
But I hear your laugh
When the wind starts to blow.

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