The sun
Has set in its fixed position for
The night
The gentle breeze
Cools my exposed skin and clicks
Clicks and clicks…
As I make pictures in the clouds, a
Chicken…
Rabbit…
Horse…biting a goose
A lady
Holds a white purse in
Her white dress
She looks out my window
Why can’t I go? I think
She thinks
Wind, blow me to my
Destiny, take me where
I want to go. With my relatives, let me make friends
With the birds. I will spread my
Wings. Let go of this heavy purse and
Take off.
Comments on where the setting might be? Because it's not where people think.
