breath of the forest

I will rustle,
like the leaves
that shiver
on moonlit trees,
while you,
surround me,
like the breeze,
flowing breath
of the forest
you are,
a gypsy,
always moving,
and I am
the stillness,
that sighs
at the memory
of your touch.

© SoulReserve 2016

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