Upon the cliff, I feel the height,
It seems that I could take my flight.
The wind is strong against my face,
My quiet tears leave not a trace.
My spirit wants to yell so loud,
Above the rushing, passing cloud.
But just a whisper leaves my soul,
This heavy grief takes its control.
I want to scream into the breeze,
To shout it out among the trees.
Let the wind just take my cry,
Beneath the vast and empty sky.
My broken heart feels cold inside,
There is nowhere left to hide.
I wish the gusts could hear my plea,
And carry all this hurt from me.
My poor heart is torn apart,
A broken, fragile work of art.
A quiet roar escapes my lips,
From aching soul, the sorrow drips.
I want to scream into the breeze,
To shout it out among the trees.
Let the wind just take my cry,
Beneath the vast and empty sky.
I want to scream into the breeze
© Copyright: Любовь Седова 3, 2025
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