breathe in
breathe out
I must conquer my breathing
If left uncontrolled, the wind will pick it up
That is not a good thing, for the wind is the enemy
Breathe in
Breathe out
That vicious breeze plays with my hair
floating around and then stomping uninvitedly on my head
Oh, the sun does its work too
stimulating the streams of sweat that flow through my body
one drop from my forehead travels down reaching my legs, my feet
then it finds the hard, hot surface
making its way past a window
a series of windows
down it goes one story after another
until it reaches the pavement
it made its way down from the skyscraper safely
and it looks up at me
wishing it could say the same for me
but I stand on the edge of the roof
I don’t know how I got here
but I know it’s best not to move
for my feet are planted hard
and the sun went down
I suspect a storm is coming
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