To Be the Dust (poem)

Remind me not to say goodbye
The wind will whisper with a sigh
For I shall blow upon your face
When you and I have left this place
When all the stars are dust and gone
We’ve swept across the final dawn
At last to be the dust of stars
I’ll still know you, e’en that far

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