d u s t

Pic : self 

they weren’t
my words
that lay
sprinkled
like
glittering
gold dust,

they were
parts of
me
that got
brushed off
by the vagaries
of life,

and there
they’ll lie
sometimes
in light
and
sometimes
in shadows,

till with me
they turn
to dust.

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07Apr17