Thread of Cyan - Hush

Time is the color of the wind
Time is the color of the wind
It flows and knows no cares of anyone
Reckless and wild
Youth glides along its untamed flight
It soars and it spins to fleeting heights
A flash in the sky
Then empty hush
Hush
Long are the days of wasted chase
The fool's errand running after wind
A grasp for ghost
Fall to the knees from deep fatigue
A glance at the path that's left behind
Flowers of spring
All of them crushed
Crushed
Linger in the breeze of days
Scent of moment warm and sweet
Content with
The rush of
The pull of
The hush
Hush
Content with
The rush of
The pull of
The hush
Hush

Written by:
Konrad Konrad

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