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Hands Made Of Dust
butterfly....
flash for an instant,
then gone forever,
leaving only the echoes
of your small fragile wings
riding the wind....
eternity, an instant,
nothing else needed,
holding starlight
in the palms
of hands made of dust!
poem
by
Eric Cockrell
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