Dust

what of dust, of fortune telling,
of lightning coming too soon?
what will I become, I wondered,
whispering to the moon

she told me I already know,
I know from where I came,
the rest is right in front of me,
try dusting off my name 

-image found on Pinterest; shared as part of Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, dust

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