The rust eroding me,
The locks closing in,
The dreams fading out,
I can see life passing by,
I know only few breaths light my fire,
I know only few days add to my memories,
But I smile, for all that I am leaving behind,
I am happy for all the mistakes and regrets and unattained loves,
'Cause those made all the precious moments of
Successes, trials and realised love truly of worth.
And when I pass into a world of souls,
My soul will grain into stardust,
My stardust will become magic,
Magic which lived through the rust of my life.
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My interpretation of "And the rest is rust and stardust."
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...