Wind of San Diego

A view of San Diego Park, and some part of downtown.

Lays the dream of a boy from the other side of the world. Born and raised next to the sea of Java, live in his inherent belief of the opportunity, that every single human was born without inherent bias. The indigenous of a world without vie for lust. An avenue toward the park of God. There was no lies, nor contemption, nor conflict but succumb into the purity of a newborn baby. Here with the wind that blows from the northern hemisphere through San Diego, He step his feet upon a vessel that convey thousand words, thousand wishes and hopes, thousand prays. No longer on his voyage waving the fifty stars and thirteen stripes on the eastern ocean. No longer on his dauntless journey but still has its incomparable courage. No longer on his run going beyond the unprecedented conflict of the mankinds, steadfastly facing the war. The great Midway is on his rest. Leaving thousand memories, brings nostalgia of an Old Man about his young-age in the wilderness of the Nam. Smile of those fallen friendlies, and those destitute woman and her baby, leaving merely tears as an honour towards the past. San Diego, end its day by giving over whatever it is in the air, without squandering it’s beauty. Last forever within memories of a boy from the other side of the world.

San Diego, California

3 November 2016

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