Her love was like a gentle wind, blowing persistently in his direction. She imagined the moment when the wind blew through his hair, and imagined that he could feel the whisper of the wind. However, the wind stopped at the top of the forest. After all, her feelings failed to touch him and dissipated in the air, as if they had never touched his world.
Purpose: To find the poetry of being alone in a youth destined to be misplaced.