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I am a wisp pushed by the breeze,

the sun-strains in the evening,

a single drop of rain

in a midday summer drizzle.

I am the single yellow rose,

when the rest are pink.

I am the air you breathe.

I can feel you 

pulling for me

asking me to come and be

the peace beside you,

the peace you need.

What do you say

about the one you're supposed to be with?

What do you think about

when she captures your heart?

What do you think about

when you can't think

of anything but her?

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... a beautiful poem ... very mesmerizing ... the first six lines especially ... sheer brilliance ... stunning images ... (highest rating) ...