Warm breeze
Brushes my face
Like a full feather
Satisfying
Completely needed
Here
In this warm climate.
Covers you like an
aura of mystery,
A never ending spray
of freshness,
Hits your ears as if
whispering sweet
nothings to you.
Keeps sharing
that freshness
seemingly cool
in this much
needed space,
filling the vehicle
with hope
To start the day!
GIFTS 
That feeling of a warm breeze, you described it so well. I hope you are someplace tropical right now, enjoy!
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Your writing definitely makes the reader feel that nice breeze! Living vicariously through you as the weather is not the best here.
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“A never ending spray/of freshness” I love this line as I imagine your rainy season.
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This is so beautiful. I closed my eyes, let it dissipate, and then immediately read it again!
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That warm breeze…feeling the vehicle with hope. YES! This poem, too, is like a warm breeze – brushing past me, bringing with it happiness and joy, and moving on past. Beautiful!
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