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Imprints of the past left behind,
Gears of time in a reverse wind.
Fast forward through all our days,
The morbid feeling of an intoxicating haze.

Always trying to get through life with ease,
Never stop to feel the invigorating breeze.
A moment will come when we will regret not giving,
A piece of advice we can pass only to the living.

Neither desire nor passion to leave a mark,
No fuel to set your life on a glorious spark.
Rotting away in the confines of your mind,
To this world you have no worthy bind.

So what have we left behind but our bones,
Our stories written only in the language of stones.
Lived an incomplete life gathering rust,
In the end we will be nothing but stardust.

9 comments on “Stardust

  1. manniqueen says:

    Beautiful! Thanks for liking my post.


  2. thia licona says:

    Deep and true! Thanks for your visit. Hope for further connection. 🙂


  3. Beautiful!! The picture is so pretty too.


  4. Just Logan says:

    This one’s just gorgeous.
    Thanks for the visit by the way.


  5. M Chaillot says:

    Again I love the ending stanza. Being able to finish strong is the mark of a good poet.


  6. nara15blog says:

    Always love the reminder of our stardust origins. Lovely poem! Thanks for liking a post of mine✨


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