Evelyn Klebert

A quiet breeze, yet something stirring the air
the calmness of the night,
seemingly serene, yet not peaceful.
Anticipation crackles, something elusive,
prickling, irritating.
So close, yet just beyond reach,
brushing just near enough to drive us crazy with curiousity.
Something elusive, yet to be seen.

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