Dust In The Wind

Blown away by the kisses that you give, particles of dust made of you, blowing me into a life I’ve never lived.

The journey is far from done, blown away by who we are , what we’ve become.

A wind storm that can’t be stopped, striking at speeds stronger and grandeur than gusts.

Dust falling on us, sprinkles of the love and lust. Wind whipping and sending us to that place of trust.

The wind in our face, texture like leather and lace.

The dust filling our veins. Intoxicating, a bit suffocating.

The loss of breath feels like we’re close to death.

Just as the wind stops and the dust falls away, one thing remains, we’re here to stay.

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