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Dust in Heart

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Dust in Heart

In shadows deep, the heart does beat,
A vessel filled with dreams so sweet.
Yet dust does settle, soft and slow,
A weight unseen begins to grow.
The dust within, it whispers low,
The heart must bear what it does not show.

Each day that dawns, the dust arrives,
Brought by the winds of countless lives.
It veils the light, it dims the flame,
And still, the heart must play the game.
The dust within, it calls by name,
A quiet echo of love and shame.

The seasons pass, the dust remains,
It fills the cracks, it stains the veins.
The heart does yearn for skies once clear,
But finds no solace, no escape here.
The dust within, it feeds on fear,
A silent song only hearts can hear.

Beneath the weight, the heart still fights,
To keep alive its fleeting lights.
For every speck that clouds the view,
The heart finds strength to start anew.
The dust within, it bids adieu,
Yet lingers still like morning dew.

The dust brings tales of days gone by,
Of laughter loud, of tears that dry.
It marks the walls, it dims the halls,
But still, the heart heeds distant calls.
The dust within, it softly falls,
A silent witness to life’s enthralls.

Though heavy now, the heart endures,
Through battles fought and wounds unpure.
Its pulse remains, a steady guide,
To navigate the storms inside.
The dust within, it does confide,
Of paths unknown and truths denied.

The dust may choke, it may constrain,
But never will it fully reign.
The heart, though scarred, will find its way,
Through darkest nights and longest days.
The dust within, it cannot stay,
For hearts are built to not betray.

A child’s laugh, a fleeting smile,
The heart recalls, if just a while.
Though dust may dim the joy it knew,
It cannot steal what once was true.
The dust within, it seeks renew,
But fails to grasp what hearts construe.

Each grain of dust a story holds,
Of broken dreams, of courage bold.
It weaves a tale both sharp and kind,
A paradox of heart and mind.
The dust within, it’s intertwined,
A thread of time the heart can’t bind.

The heart may weep, it may despair,
Yet finds its strength in love’s repair.
For every speck that seeks to mar,
The heart reflects a guiding star.
The dust within, it travels far,
But cannot dim what hearts declare.

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.

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