Past days are dust
Grey smokey remnants of a
Time that was and
Is no more and fire
Fades from my view
As I focus on a sharp
Crisp blade of grass
That is green.
Tag past
Look Forward
Look forward
To new beginnings
And magical mysteries –
Days past are as dust
On a desert plain
Drink Dancing-50 Word Story
The wedding was in full swing. I was nine, turning ten. Music blared as a group gathered on the dance floor. With horror, I saw. My dad! I ran and hid. From my hiding place, I recognized the voices of my friends. They had recognized him! I curled up tighter.
Courage
Looking to the future
With all my past as dust
Unexplored territories
Fill my view
I know not what
My days will hold
But I know my courage
Will see me through
Now
The past merges with
The future to provide
Peace for the present
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