by : Bacardi Gold
01/feb/2021
dusts so fine settled in my mind
floating as light as my soul
by the wind’s painful cry, it was blown
of little worth as they seem to be
burial ground of decayed bodies of creation
ashes to ashes, to dusts you will return
the medley of sad and happy dusts
like the clouds from anywhere they came
adrift in the sky, dark and heavy, to fall as rain
if i was the cause of the pains in your heart
sobbing eyes that shed a million tears
time has given the chances to heal
the rains have fallen, the skies are cleared
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