Posted in Poetry

Children of Dust 

We are the children of dust 

We choose freedom 

Over rat traps

Simple Joys over 

Dreams of gold 

We own our time 

We don’t pawn it 

To lick 

Borrowed drops of dew 

We are the children of dust

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Still searching for everything ! Amateur photographer , poet , biker ( pillion riding !) , traveller , blogger , adventurer , book crazy , animal lover .

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