A story of a man that chases the wind.
How he sail the ocean
To see the what lie beyond the breeze.
How he thirst himself just to lay his dry fingers on the wind.
How he resist the temptation to drink sea water just to feel the wind around him.
How he lay under the blistering sun so later the wind could ease the sunburn.
How days passes in each row every time the sail fail to blow.
How he watches the dolphins swam two by two as he wishes the wind was here.
Alarmed by every whispers of a coming breeze.
Wishing every whisper follows by the wind.
Fooled by the memory that lingers of a wind long pass.
Blinded by the dust carried by the gust
Wishing the wind would swept it clear off his eyes..
How the man reaches far far shores only to find the wind had left long long before him.
How he stood atop the shipwreck, reaching, as high as he could.
So he could feel the last gentle breeze.
And how the man persist..
His stubborn
His believe
His obsession
Lost..
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