B
l
u
e
Dust
F
a
l
l
s
s
s
s
slowly
y
y
.
.
.
B
l
u
e
Dust
Makes
Dreams,
Takes Sleep,
And turn it to gold.
Gold
D
U
S
T
Sadly though,
Turns to rust.
Gold
D
U
S
T
Stays in the
Stars
?
In
space
?
In locks and under key
In houses of rich
?
However,
B
l
u
e
Dust
Never grows old.
.
.
.
.
Is open to everyone.
.
.
.
.
Is allowed to be kept by you~
No problem. Glad you enjoyed it :) Hope you read my other poems ^^
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