A collection of stories, made into a Poetic fiction
and tailored fit with blood, tears, effort, and time.
From people's lives,
From the subconscious mind,
From randomness and reasons.
Come! Read & Explore what's behind each soul!
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When I die, I want to be a wind.
As the earth ate my remains...
I'll be the wind. Forever free, unbound by anything! If I feel mad, I'll grow into the highest wind and deliver a raging storm of hails and hurricanes. I'll be the wind, unsettled and fresh. Wildly brisk, scattered far and wide. If I feel happy, I'll bless the ocean with my gentle breeze.
I'll be everywhere, Bountiful without limit. I'll be the wind. Forever free, unbound by anything...
