Thursday, 30 June 2011

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First you were but a whisper,
I tried to listen, but it was in vain,
Then I felt you as a breeze,
A presence ever so pleasant,
Then I saw you for what you are,
A breath of fresh air,
Comforting, refreshing, rejuvenating,
You are with me, 
Even when you are not,
Around me you always are, 
A presence without a presence.