Winds that scatters

 When will the clouds disappear when will you see the sun once more, from the Far East to the nearest sea of south, begins a journey of no return and of no speed limit.

Carried by the wind of the North into the midst of the Amazon, we have no direction, our hand folded as though in winter surprise of the outcome still confused of the journey.

But we still move forward for more surprises outcome  the ego of not giving up keep us woke  and study 

Till we get to our destination there’s no turning back….

                                                By kinsman