Until the Dust Settles
It's all a lie, never truly settling.
In the stark sun's rays
it floats weightless,
landing of its own accord -
disturbed to drift by
something as simple as a sigh,
then lingering/taunting
in its pseudo innocence.
No duration of stillness
could ever appease
memories so easily stirred.
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2019
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