Lucia's mind blowing poem

The Wind Is The Breeze

The first day of me's
The first of anything
that you can ever see

The wind is always me and you
The wind is everywhere

The breeze is the wind
on the tears of the skin

The wind might be special
The wind might be cold
The wind is always outside
Sometimes you just can't see it

It takes the wind
to feel the breeze

The breeze is the wind
on top of your skin

Sometimes the breeze
which is on your knees
can be a little strong
and something can blow away
from your mind