Dust
Sometimes there’s dust in the house
Sometimes there’s dust outside
Do we leave our dust every where
We go while we’re alive?
All are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.
That’s the beginning and that’s the end.
Copyright © Lara Wash | Year Posted 2018
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