Are we more than dust?

The redness in the sky at the break of dawn brings a clear sunrise in sight

and the sorrows of our weary hearts leave in flight. 

This morning a soft breeze touched my face

and slipped a message in my ears. 

It told me that when one door is closed, another is opened.

It told me that they won't accept the root of many things or anything, but they will accept the leaves and the branches. 

Silhouettes of majestic trees cover the paved streets with shadows of life

and it's such a demise how we cannot see the right way when the streets are paved. 

Searching for peace but only receiving pieces of truth,

the old slave mill might grind slow, but it grinds fine. 

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[Sharrumkin]

Hoping for something better?

[SELF]

Always Hoping and Working for something better.