The window slowing sinking
Giving way to the breath of fresh air
Flooding my lungs
Breaking across my face
Making me feel as though
I was a bird destined to soar
But mocked by clipped wings
Air
The window slowing sinking
Giving way to the breath of fresh air
Flooding my lungs
Breaking across my face
Making me feel as though
I was a bird destined to soar
But mocked by clipped wings
