Aisha Sherazi - Chasing The Wind

I’m chasing the wind,
But no matter what,
It slips through my hands,
It frustrates me a lot.

I’m chasing that scent,
It brushes past me,
Can’t seem to grasp it,
It wants to be free.

I’m chasing that rush,
It whistles in my ear,
I try to grab onto it,
This will end with a tear.

Because I must face,
The wind is a dream,
It’s a fantasy created,
Of the highest extreme.

And so do I face,
Though the wind is not mine,
It will excite and delight me,
Until the end of time.

Aisha Sherazi

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