11 | Wind

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Wind

I'm like that one boat floating
into the far stretched ocean, lost
and abandoned by its owner.
I have yet to face numerous
storms and bear the lonely
nights. I'm not certain which
direction I'm headed towards
but in this troublesome journey
of mine — I suppose the wind is
my only friend. I go wherever
the wind takes me.

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