Dust returns carried by the wind and rough footsteps of
thin heels kilometers across
Deposits on the glasses and big screens
in gossamer layers
Dust disappears under rainy tears
of funny clouds
Passes through the fingers, elusive,
even if we hermetically seal ourselves dust always finds a way
Love, dreams, memories ...
in a moment they become dust
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 3:58 AM UTC
Dust returns carried by the wind and rough footsteps of
thin heels kilometers across
Deposits on the glasses and big screens
in gossamer layers
Dust disappears under rainy tears
of funny clouds
Passes through the fingers, elusive,
even if we hermetically seal ourselves dust always finds a way
Love, dreams, memories ...
in a moment they become dust
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