Dust

Dust upon the breezes floating
Dust is our mortality gloating
Bits of hair & cells of skin
All that once kept our insides in

But even now before we die
Little mites do multiply
And start anew
On what once was me & you

We can be warm & clean & fed
Still we every day & second shed
In spite of panic bluster blow
From dust we come & to dust we go

Dust

chris51

Sunbury, Australia

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Artist's Description

The dust motes that float in our houses are the fragment remnants of our hair & skin & as part of the cycle of life they become food for the pesky house dust mites.

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