Dust in Heart

The dust persists, but so does fire,
The heart ignites its own desire.
It sheds the weight, it clears the haze,
And finds its light through endless maze.
The dust within, it softly sways,
But fades beneath the heart’s strong gaze.

The dust persists, but so does fire,
The heart ignites its own desire.
It sheds the weight, it clears the haze,
And finds its light through endless maze.
The dust within, it softly sways,
But fades beneath the heart’s strong gaze.

The dust is time, the dust is pain,
A fleeting mark on life’s domain.
The heart, eternal, beats through all,
Its strength remains through rise and fall.
The dust within, it heeds the call,
Of hearts that dare to stand tall.

The heart transforms, it does not stay,
Bound by the dust that comes its way.
For every scar, a lesson learned,
For every pain, a wisdom earned.
The dust within, it’s gently turned,
To ash and light where fires burned.

Through love and loss, the heart expands,
It holds the dust within its hands.
No longer bound, it lets it go,
And finds a strength it didn’t know.
The dust within, it ceases flow,
For hearts can heal, and hearts can grow.

The dust may fall, but hearts will rise,
They pierce the shadows, touch the skies.
With every beat, the dust is cast,
And light returns to banish past.
The dust within, it cannot last,
For hearts are forged to hold steadfast.

A heart with dust is still alive,
It carries all, it learns to thrive.
For in the dust, there lies a spark,
A quiet glow within the dark.
The dust within, it leaves its mark,
A fleeting trace on life’s embark.

Each grain of dust, a fleeting thought,
Of battles lost, of victories sought.
It lingers still, but cannot chain,
The heart that beats through joy and pain.
The dust within, it takes its flight,
A fleeting trace on life’s journey bright.

Through dust and flame, the heart is whole,
A vessel pure, a burning soul.
It bears the weight, it carries on,
Through endless dusk, to find the dawn.
The dust within, it’s almost gone,
A fleeting shadow, soon withdrawn.

The heart endures, the dust subsides,
Through time and space, the heart abides.
It holds its truth, it shines its light,
Through every shadow, every fight.
The dust within, it takes its flight,
For hearts are born to make things right.