The wind of journey whispers near,
Embracing senses, clouding clear.
It weaves its spell, so dark, so cold,
And poisons hearts with tales untold.
A path stretched far, a fate unknown,
A weary soul, lost and alone.
Life's long road bends and sways,
Drifting closer to its fading days.
Yet in the struggle, hope remains,
Beyond the weight of endless pain.
For even winds that twist and turn,
May lead where brighter fires burn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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