You are my favorite what ifs
but maybes don’t guarantee
a lifetime of feelings
– nor does reality
I am getting over the butterflies you’ve given
me.
In all of a sudden those fireworks are now
ashes
– flying away from me.
And you are now a dust in the wind –
An unrecognizable part of me.
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Dust in the wind
DELA CRUZ, LOVELY JOY T.
NU ARTAPP
ARC 132
LIGHT DEPTH OF FIELD GOLDEN HOUR