Whispering wind blew back
as her hair was swept with it
the scarlet locks floated like a feather
Almost as if it was part of the wind
The wind never ceases to leave
It remains constant,
but time is fast like a harsh blow,
it is never the cool gentle breeze,
it goes on forever like the wind
Her scarlet locks grew gray,
her skin has began to fold
She is listening to the gentle breeze
that whispers to her soul
She knows it is time to leave.
She lays back her head
and she closes her weary eyes
she now becomes part of the wind
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