Breeze

Thoughts blowing through the breeze
Comes to rest in the branches
A slow wind catches the last one
Giving it flight through the rustling leaves
Taking it somewhere beyond the horizon
My imagination follows, unafraid
Of what lays ahead
My dreams are there waiting to be lived.

Dean Jean-Pierre
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Photo: www.olhares.com
6:36pm
5-6-06
(I was watching this huge tree and the breeze was swirling around in it, and it seemed like they were having numerous conversations, each one trying to be heard amongst the noise.)