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Dust of Fallen Eyes

An Atlas's Quest in Shifting Sands

By Ravi DPublished about a year ago 1 min read

Time slips through fingers like sand

In twilight hours I stand,

Feet sinking in shifting dunes,

Searching for lost monsoons.

Atlas; my burden:

To map the stars that

Fell from your

Eyes—

Dust.

_Ravi D

sad poetrysurreal poetryheartbreak

About the Creator

Ravi D

I'm just a down to earth person who likes to write about events and things, usually inspired by people in my life.

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  • ReadShakurrabout a year ago

    Excellent piece of work

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