Golden Dust

The glittering golden dust flies through the breeze.

The glorious sun makes the dust shine throughout the desert.

The beauty of this dust draws man to his death.

The heat of day parches his body till his death.

Then the golden dust envelopes him to his grave.

How deceiving is the golden dust.

Seems precious and filled with glory.

Yet it’s responsible for every man’s death.

Stains of flesh mark every grain of sand.

Beware of the golden dust, or meet your end.

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