My Only Friend

October 30, 2015breeze, Poetryfriend, Poemmeenas17

A pleasant evening it is

Cool breeze kisses me

It talks to me with love

The voice soft and sweet

I, being alone at home

With none to talk

I pour my heart

All my feelings come out

cry, laugh and share

Talk,scold and fight

A play I indulge

With joy and grief

All through the days

With my friend the breeze.

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