Friday, December 7, 2012

Dust

Woeful revelation
moments gone from 'neath the sun
Age doth pass like sifting sands
from birth til death and done
Trumpets call for after-all
we came from dust to graze
seasons pass as thoughts amass
with heart's and thoughts ablaze
Time a complication
waning love and broken dreams
moments gone from 'neath the sun
for what it's worth it seems
Sands are sifting lower now
amidst our memories burn
woeful revelation
life to death and dust return


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