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The Winds Of Dust

The Winds Of Dust


Moments lived through all of us
Become memories for our hearts to hold
If a heart refuses, then the winds of dust
Will veil the moments we used to know

Meanwhile seasons will come and seasons will go
Changing in the essence to where nature calls
If we forget to stop and enjoy every season's show
then the winds of dust will eventually come to cover them all

Time still continues to pass by no matter what we do
Days become months and then before we know, it's another year
Thus the hourglass of time will never stop for me and you
Bringing along the winds of dust to take away what we didn't see or hear

Each moment, in each beautiful display that life has shown
Carves our identities in time for us to embrace from morning to dusk
Waiting for our souls to join the connections engraved in stone
Before our memories get crumbled away in the winds of dust...






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  1. Date: 8/19/2014 11:45:00 PM

    Your write is both beautiful and deep Gail. There is something so uniquely special in your writes.. Spiritual wisdom we'd with an artist's pen. To say I love your works just doesn't seem to give it justice.. So I will just say more. You over deliver and I want to read more!
  1. Date: 8/19/2014 6:27:00 PM

    Oh that is a deep write, memories get crumbled away in the winds of dust, what a lovely phrase, you have such a way of connecting words so beautifully. :) Hugs sweetie, you are amazing;)
  1. Date: 8/19/2014 5:29:00 PM

    a very good one for the seasons, Gail. I love that last line. The whole last verse is so deep.
  1. Date: 8/19/2014 4:19:00 PM

    That's our lives in a nutshell Gail, we are just a little sliver of the whole, but at the same time we are the whole depends from which direction we are coming from I can feel my nothingness, but I can also feel my power. Wonderful poem, my friend....Peter

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