I heard a whisper
on the breeze
What did it say?
I couldn’t make it out
There it is again
I love you
and I always will
Peace upon the breeze
sweetly wafting from above
Truth to cling to
when breeze becomes a storm
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The prompt today at dVerse Poets Pub is to write a Quadrille using the word breeze. I wrote this Quadrille on my Bamboo Spark — all handwritten then converted to digital seemingly by magic.