The Dust of Life
Every rose has its thorn,
Like ice has fire,
Like the grass has wind.
How do you know when your time is up?
The wind swoops down to carry you away, the ice begins to melt and the rose begins to wilt.
Everything turns to dust and goes back to the earth,
While the stars above continue to sprinkle the earth with new dust to create new things.
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