If I had a sigh
For every dream I've been living
I would lift up through the clouds
And drift forever
I would go so far
Far from this curse of a life
To be free, to be
Myself
Nothing to hinder my movements
Just the breath of the wind
No one to scorn
Just the peace of the coming spring
Alive in my head
Emersed in my thoughts
So free, so loved
However I want
So, for this reason
I wait for the coming age
For this, I will rely on your promise
When I will rest in your love
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Living on a Breath
PoetryA short, wistful poem written during a Young Americans workshop.