Dust

96 5 1
                                    

I do believe that when the winter ran away from me

I had forgotten how to breathe, such a simple silly thing,

Are we, the human race

Such a silly selfish face

What importance does dust in the wind replace?

We’re all just paper butterflies

Blowing kisses as goodbyes

Remember me if you must

You’ll soon forget that I’m only dust

DustWhere stories live. Discover now