Flower Dust

In the flower dust of my heart, it shall take a part in the history of everything from which I would once depart. I take the dust as the essence of me, the essence of what is to be.

In lackluster days and dull sunny rays, I am filled with joy in my ways. Seeing through a lens of truth, I forever protect my youth.

And in these times that I may find mine, I will eternally know that they will be filled with knowing that is fine.

For the flower dust within me that creates me as I am, it will forever be everything that I am.

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