When thinking? <br />Is this the voice where the tounge dissolved <br />warm the melting snow? <br />Moving me excessively, concerning how flows <br />the word which stood and still, <br />as formation of each gentle breeze is mixed, <br />wafted apart. <br />Being mixed by the wood and the bush and.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-gentle-breeze/
