Bewail paltry ministry that gentle breeze ch aunt. <br />Impatience and dream hack milestone and whisper, a hailstorm of ornery ilk hum. <br />Go by the gentle breeze and bring hope. <br />Leif Leif kink lackey of milky joy. <br /> <br />Gently, gently, gentle breeze, <br />flag the rags on the meadow where you sleep <br />and declaim the meager ruddy leaves that ruin thee, <br />of immaculate mole illusory. <br /> <br />Gently, gently grip me, <br />or else thrash of licking whip. <br />Will bemoan laconically in our ill-bred head. <br />But still impede the witch-cash <br />with your gentle touch that comes from the measureless pretense of eve <br />like the halt of your gentle spoil that <br />Scour our coltish heart.<br /><br />Ebi Robert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gentle-breeze-8/
