Dust of gold
I was sitting
Near a window
Watching the sight
When i saw some shining dust flying
Under the sun'weak embrace
It was a humble charm
With a mind calming sight
The golden spec of dusts
Flying and flying
Dancing under the
Weak sun light
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Luna La | Year Posted 2024
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