Dream Dust
Moments are what we are made of,
fleeting kisses,
snatches of love,
pieces of hope.
As we fly through the world,
we touch all,
yet in the end we always finally settle,
to coat everything with the sweet dust,
of memory.
fleeting kisses,
snatches of love,
pieces of hope.
As we fly through the world,
we touch all,
yet in the end we always finally settle,
to coat everything with the sweet dust,
of memory.
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that poem gave me a sweet sensation of movement through time.
i like the feeling of memories
collected like dust on my eyelashes...
never perfect,
but our memories are what shapes our world,
shapes how we percieve the day...
me likes it.
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