a tiny speck a mere grain of sand
seeming so small and insignificant
embodying nothing and yet everything
floating on the breeze
the dust we once were
and the dust we will again become
that tiny speck lighter than air
when it lands it tips the scales
but which way?
to the light or dark
to order or chaos
or neither?
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Collection of Original Poems
PoetryHi guys this is Windygal here! This new book is a collection of some poems I've written. I hope you like them.
