book flaws. books flow kind look Poetry

The Breeze In A flow.

it is a song of the breeze

that makes me to freeze

at times it is similar to a tease

other times renders a lease

a fresh leaf of life

whistles through in a strife

being not pointed as a knife

where no protests are rife

it is a gentle flow

comes in  slow

I do not know

whether it could be   a blow

else I go about with a free mind

with expressions of kind

exposing no bind

exhibiting all in a find

well, that be the way it looks

as there could be none in books

a strange fprevailing-wind-2eeling sets across

as it has been a thought without flaws.