Dust Storm At Sunset

DUST STORM AT SUNSET
Walking long on brittle road, pause awhile with time slowed, see dusk descends on trail, veils the adoring faces frail. On road not travelled yet dust storm surges at sunset, twilight hours race, ending fast, day’s last gale blows past. Hope, dying light will last until I rise from dust.
April 1, 2019 Rhyming checked on Rhymezone.com Grammar checked on PS Grammar Checker
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