The breeze today; Impetuous and whimsical, Like a boisterous child, goes prancing and running, Swinging and swaying, With short bursts of energy, All over the sea beach. It pulls and tugs, At clothes and shrugs, Inviting peals of laughter, Aiming for a girl’s hat thereafter. Then all of a sudden There is a brief stop; As if the breeze is in a fix, Undecided Whether to rush or be gentle As it chooses its next target. A moment later it comes in a swoop, to ruffle my hair In a playful dare!
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