In the quiet corners, dust softly lands,
Veiling stories in forgotten hands.
Each particle a silent witness to the past,
A gentle reminder that nothing lasts.
Shadows dance where sunbeams fade,
In the stillness, memories are made.
Dust settles on the dreams of old,
In whispered tales that remain untold.
The fragile dance of time’s embrace,
Leaves a trace in every place.
A tapestry woven with moments gone,
In the silent song of dust at dawn.
Yet in the dust, hope finds its way,
In the light of a new-born day.
For every end, a fresh start must,
Rise from the ashes, rise from the dust.