Sunday, January 17, 2021

Specks of dust


 

Where do people go,

after they go forever?

To the heavens above 

to meet the ones gone before?

Or do they turn into dust,

a part of the universe,

to stay only in memories,

in dreams and stories,

until those who remember

also come to pass?

It seems so much in vain,

to live and just disappear,

like the countless before 

and all those here.

Yet that is the only story,

told over and over again.

No matter what we do;

No matter what we say.

We are just specks of dust,

granted a glorious time,

to live and love a little while,

and then become a memory,

a dream, a story.

And we go back to the earth,

a part of the universe.

To the ones who left, the ones in my dreams and memories, to your unforgettable stories;
I wish you are still here, a part of this universe.

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