We are all just a little piece of dust, aren’t we? Read this poem to find that out.
I am,
just another,
drop of dust;
poured into a mould,
to know its beauty,
while on earth,
and never to,
be broken and hurt,
until I am;
blown away,
for eternal peace.
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