The Passing Winds
The passing winds left a rusty taste in the mouth
Almost like old blood, scary to be in the bloods
Almost like crusty years that have seen it all
Almost like hungry mind searching for answers
The passing winds wore laughter lines
Almost like sore blood, down in the blood veins
Almost like lucky years that feel it all
Almost like daring mind, always on the outlook
The passing winds wore wisdom crowns
Almost like direct blood, pumping without any skips
Almost like soft years that fear it none
Almost like recurrent times, where the mind plays real life sport
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