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It’s the little things

The soft breath of wind 

On a sensitive cheek

Blushed pink 

From the touch of a hand 

The brush of a finger 

Toying with the idea 

That maybe, just maybe 

They might fit

Perfectly together 

The flutter of the breeze 

Through the trees 

Casting leaves in a swirl 

As emotions well

In the pit of your stomach 

Hope 

Hope for what those emotions 

Could bring 

Could be 

As foot steps walk 

Perfectly together 

Unhindered by the gust 

Of wind 

Pushing life slowly by

Time after time