Dust

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Dust in the wind
Dust in her hair
Between her fingertips
And in the air

As life comes full circle
We all turn to dust
Our crowns start to rust

We all grow till the end
And into the skies we send
Our souls, our hearts
Our spirits, all parts

Until all that is left, is our thoughts
And all the memories we forgot
But our souls live forever
To disappear, they could never

Look up to the skies
Lift up your eyes and see
The sun is rising

-Skylar Reeves (my own work)

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