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
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.


Comments (1)
Excellent piece of work