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X-posted in X___poetic, let me know what you think. I wrote it for a prompt in the other comm.
Conversing With The Breeze
From the highest rooftop gracing the skyline of Boston,
I gazed off into the depths of space-
Searching for something-
Finding nothing-
At the same time,
I didn’t know what I was looking for-
This rooftop ledge had become safe-
It was my sanctuary-
The place where my feet could fly-
As I dangled them over the edge-
Of this peaceful sky scraper.
And from the streets came the breeze-
Running swiftly behind my knees-
Sending chills up my spine-
As I watch newspapers fly-
Up to greet me-
Among a whirlwind-
Of discarded city debris-
I take to my feet-
Allowing my knees to bid farewell-
To their beloved breeze-
Knowing there will be other nights-
Much like this-
Where they will converse-
And send chills up my spine again-
As I stare out into space.
Conversing With The Breeze
From the highest rooftop gracing the skyline of Boston,
I gazed off into the depths of space-
Searching for something-
Finding nothing-
At the same time,
I didn’t know what I was looking for-
This rooftop ledge had become safe-
It was my sanctuary-
The place where my feet could fly-
As I dangled them over the edge-
Of this peaceful sky scraper.
And from the streets came the breeze-
Running swiftly behind my knees-
Sending chills up my spine-
As I watch newspapers fly-
Up to greet me-
Among a whirlwind-
Of discarded city debris-
I take to my feet-
Allowing my knees to bid farewell-
To their beloved breeze-
Knowing there will be other nights-
Much like this-
Where they will converse-
And send chills up my spine again-
As I stare out into space.