Feeling the warm breeze on my rippled skin;
The breeze which soothes my nerve,
Where the sores are teeming up,
Consuming my frail energy.
Seeing the people passing by,
Some in haste, some leisurely,
All on move but me,
And I eye them enviously.
Gazing from the balcony,
I stretch my eyes as far as it can take,
To capture in the days note from afar,
For I cannot venture outside.
The summer clouds gathers on the horizon,
Promising torrent rain,
The rain that I have been yearning for,
For the last dance before my heavenly flight.
