My life- the useless window.

Here comes a window,

the useless window.

Stands against a concrete wall,

no place to even fit a ball.

The narrow alley hardly exists

but closing the window?

NO, there is something that resists.

It seems to be cold in warmth

It seems to be warm in cold storms.

It makes us stay

without a view...

But it could play

only with a few.

You guessed it right,

it is the calm breeze.

Escaping to fight,

making us freeze.