This is what the wind said to me, trust and everything will go back to it’s place. To wait for the perfect day light, as it never discourages the romantic. From dawn till dusk, i sit by the window and wait for that only one passenger that i know. I write and then smile, remembering all the beautiful moments we spend together. When the passenger is near, i can smell the perfume of red roses in the air. As if all the dead flowers are dancing, and the sea is in it’s own loving mood. I have began to walk again, in the night, I think when it’s dark i see things more openly. The wind, again came to me, carrying grief in its arms with a bitter news, that passenger has changed his road of journey. It means, that the passenger wants to leave before meeting his friend. But the wind kept following him everywhere. I guess, it was difficult for wind to stop helping her friend. She knew, by following him, she will go nowhere but she did it anyway. In the mean while, I realized that wind will always do things for me, without me asking her to do it.
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