Dust appears out of the blue
Dust settles onto every surface,
every face, every heart
Dust is the start of degradation
A reminder of what once was
Of things now forgotten, lost in a buzz
Memories keep lingering around
The joy that once was found in them
Now hidden behind dust
As it settles, a layer thick and gray
It covers our homes and our hearts in a way
That reminds us of the fragility of life
And the inevitability of strife
For dust is the start of degradation
The beginning of the end, of degradation
Yet admits the dust and the decay
There's a glimmer of hope that comes our way
For in every ending there's a new start
And with every new day
We create our own unique art
whilst rebuilding and healing the heart
So let the dust settle, let it be
You will see
Life is a cycle
A constant ebb and flow,
Where endings and beginnings come and go.
©KF
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