Sweet breeze

Sweet breeze of the brook 

Slow go slow go...

Low low but go...

Over the Everest clouds go. 

Then return from the tallest peak, 

With a new song that I seek.

I wait anxiously at florist street 

Blow again her perfume twice before my cheek...

Sweet breeze of the brook

Slow go slow go---

Low low, but go---

Beneath the alpine trees

And bring some tiding of golden ages of long ago.

Sweet breeze of the brook; 

Slow go slow go...

Round the plum thicket

And never break like us your peace treaties

Go go, greatfully then come within Me...

©Poet Affaq