There is no dust in the soul

It knows the coldness
Unforgiving nature of a heart
A shell that moves across
Unlike the flightless
It remains to soar
Search a mystery that binds
Drifting to the clouds
Carried by
A tear that falls from the eye
Dreams pass with moments that are days
Trapping within the void
Drifting to the stars
Thoughts are held
As a prisoner in a cell
Carried by
A head that hangs
As the waltz is danced
In one’s mind to divine loneliness
Trapped within walls of non-existence
This seems to be a wait
To music that truly fits with another to lost keys
Dust Gathers

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