Whispering Breeze.

I wrote this poem in my poetry class last year. I forget what type of poem it is though.

Sometimes I have clouded days, who doesn’t?

A chance meeting brings hope.

A poem on solitude.

Just like everyone else I stand here in this crowd yet I walk hallow.

A sour business trip to Chicago.

Disappointment is a harsh reality, it’s a wonder we ever hope for anything at all.

Feelings from a long time ago.

Beginning of a long distance love affair.