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I love the breeze that blows through my windows
Rousing me
Playing through my hair

It makes dry trees dance
Swirls wild dust
Gives spirit and life to flowers like me

If only I was that breeze
Carrying that tropical dew
I would fly everywhere
Every place, or even a few

But I am a prisoner in this land
Always tortured
I can’t be that softness
That free breeze
Escaping out my windows

I can’t bear it
This jail
I want to be as a sail
I want to fly as a pigeon
Not a sparrow in a cage

If only I was that breeze
Carrying that tropical dew

I would leave this painful life
This hell where I’ve been thrown

By Beheshta

Photo by Shankar S.