A Short Poem about a Dust

dust

Your existence is

always questioned

at high cost.

~

Such that your tininess

always blinds

the curious eyes.

~

Your solitary life

is destined to happen

with a magical burst.

~

Perhaps you chose

to be alone,

but with others.

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