Gentle with me.

Gentle is the breeze
in the Garden
that tells the the bees
which way to go

Gentle with your needs
those that are hardened
in your soul you unleash
by which you are destroyed

Gently treading through the green
green grass walking
with you where ever you please
woman girl man boy

Gently speaking in your ears
when you wandered
away from the easy
narrow path high and low

Gentle touches with flies and bees
in the ardent lambent
fate you chose to lead
chasing a dying glow

Gentle hands on the till
guiding the golden
boat on the sea
back to where you know
.

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