Wind
i walk with no direction
trying to find myself without a sign
and, little by little, i saw a man
at the end of the road.
he became my instrument,
to find my home,
to find my purpose, and
to find myself.
but destiny is playful,
he was just only an instrument,
he was just like one of those people,
i just passed by, but
never stayed in my life.
but i still feel him,
trying to help me,
trying to love me,
but his only way is,
just to whisper, that was blown by the wind.
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Unhidden Thoughts
PoetryA collection of my poems and prose that remain hidden throughout of my life and now it became an unhidden thoughts. Please bare with my mistakes. I'll promise to be better.
