Silver dust

on

Will you take my hand before I turn to crystal dust?

Will you say goodbye to me when the wind blows me away?

Will you wait for a second in case a piece of me may return?

Will you let me visit you on a dream?

Will you remember?

That every memory has a certain amount of time

And then

They turn to silver dust…

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