Short poem inspired by the morning air breeze
Cold air brushing against the skin
The breeze could feel like a new thing
Light velvet feathering upon him
You leave the window open
That’s how the chill gets in
Laying on your stomach
A time for bedtime flexing
Falling asleep while the air gets work in
Chanda Demi West
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