LINES OF THOUGHT © 2016

The wind of all changes,

Blew strong, full of hopes.

It took me down paths I did not foresee,

Through distant lands, that I barely knew.

But in its constant and secure breath,

It guided me back, to my future.

Every curve, every detour, had a reason,

And in the end, it brought me back to who I am,

To who I was, to who I will be.

Now, back, I feel at peace,

As if destiny always brought me here, capable.

The wind, with all its dances,

Brought me home, full of memories.

Here I am, where I should be,

In the place where the heart can rest.

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