The Dust of Forgotten Dreams


The Dust of Forgotten Dreams

Shadows are growing ever longer

The last of the sun falls golden

Like the dust of forgotten dreams

The day and I, we are dying

Under these endless empty skies

A bird circles, lonely

Slowly winding into the distance

Her desperate song

Echoing madly

Around the vast, cornerless quietude

Rippling, like the face of the ocean

Under the gentle winds of time

© Ann Bagnall 2021

One Bird Flying Through Frame Stock Footage Video (100% Royalty-free)  6443615 | Shutterstock

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