Towards the majestic wind


When my heart is unable to endure the pain anymore,
When my brain is unable to find a door,
The tender touch of the wind makes me realize,
That it is just the beginning and you cannot die.

When feeling lost, I find meaning in hopeless thoughts,
When the brisk air softly blows my hairs,
And stillness fills the air.

When I stand alone and confused,
When my soul is trapped in my self-doubts,
The blowing wind answers all my quests.
It is the most ideal company of the Moon and the wind,
I have ever had.

For the wind which showers me with its love and care,
Now it is the reason behind the smile I wear.

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