Hands Made Of Dust Poem by Eric Cockrell

Hands Made Of Dust

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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!

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