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My Shortest Story


When I attempt to chase the stars

My fortune pulls me back to the start;

When I trail a path to the woods

Mountains grow from the core of the earth;

When I dare to dream of bright sunflowers

Behemothic sandstorm wrecks my vibrant acres;

When I pursue my beloved's heart,

Praying to the goddesses for his longevity,

As I sail across the ocean's breast-

I seek shelter from the sky, and

A guide from the mighty wind,

A wayward tempest dances havoc

And my vessel drowns inevitably.