Wing Dust

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Become dust – and they will throw thee in the air;
Become stone – and they will throw thee on glass ~ Muhammad Iqbal

Wing dust

Imp of a spirit often
Flirts precociously
Playing hide and seek

Leaving wing dust
Herrings in memory’s
Crevices~

Senior moments
Road block
Retrievals

Change in breathing
Pace, relieves mind
Follows new game

Ignored glimmers come alive
Emerging from interstices
As poetic butterflies~
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