Waft

Gather me up as you would a flower
Cup me tenderly in your gentle hand 
Offer me to myself with care so true
That it does not matter where I land

Pluck me not from the bowered trees
Nor let me fall to the ground
Catch me as I sway in the breeze
Dancing, as I will be, without a sound

Box me not, nor tie me a band
Bring me to no purpose planned
Weaving dreams of desires chanced
Let me waft through yours fragranced

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