Broken Promise

The cool breeze flows away,
carrying away things not to stay.
The warm sun sets,
paying off its debt.
Your hand wrapped in mine,
how our fingers intertwine.
Is this a promise we cannot keep?
Magic working while we sleep.
A hope only to be let down,
If we cannot control, we just drown.
A simple breeze through the air,
brings a swirl of things; it's hard not to stare.
A breath taken in too deep,
maybe a promise we cannot keep.

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