Breeze
Breeze cutting through boredom
Tearing the dullness like a knife.
I'm sure this feels like freedom,
Bringing some joy to life.
The clouds started crying
Tears of happiness and joy
It feels like I'm flying
Like a free bird and not a boy.
The mountain's just in view,
Standing in a cloudy mist.
I might not see it in a years few
'Cause the buildings will hit it with their fists.
I just hope the wind stays
And never leave me alone.
I want it to embrace
Me and my soul, even if I'm not in the world's dome.
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