I see blue from a rooftop,
blinded by light and laughter.
an embrace of the sun —
my skin, melting butter.
through the attic window,
weightless curtains flutter…
and I suddenly wonder:
what it feels like to be a bird?
smelling air,
its scent of lavender,
singing the wind's song,
unbottling memories of last summer.
enjoying a rainbow after the thunder,
oh, how I wonder
what it feels like to have wings?
and I fall asleep, lullabied into dreams
by a gentle wind with its tune of a summer breeze.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 6:58 PM UTC
I see blue from a rooftop,
blinded by light and laughter.
an embrace of the sun —
my skin, melting butter.
through the attic window,
weightless curtains flutter…
and I suddenly wonder:
what it feels like to be a bird?
smelling air,
its scent of lavender,
singing the wind's song,
unbottling memories of last summer.
enjoying a rainbow after the thunder,
oh, how I wonder
what it feels like to have wings?
and I fall asleep, lullabied into dreams
by a gentle wind with its tune of a summer breeze.