Secrets in the Breeze
An angel’s vision came to me,
Moonlit reflections of the sea.
Washed ashore, fleeting memories,
Whispering secrets in the breeze.
A voice of wisdom spoke aloud
From platform of alluring clouds.
Conquer fear and anxieties,
Whispering secrets in the breeze.
Soothed by cooing of mourning dove,
Colors of the sky melt above.
The wind listens to heartfelt pleas,
Whispering secrets in the breeze.
An angel’s vision came to me,
Whispering secrets in the breeze.
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014
November 23, 2014
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