Dust Particles.
Friday, December 6, 2013 at 1:12 am | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a commentTags: Life, musings, poem, poetry, random, restless
That sometimes I think there are days that
will fall away
and I’ll drift in their dust
and we’ll be particles
in the air waves
crashing against each other
Sona
12:08 am in my bed in California and I just realized that the last post was written at the same time a little more then 8 months ago in a different continent.
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