”…dust to dust”

He said

And yet

Eye embraced the core

Of lush greenery of love

Defining one’s path 

Covered in layers of dying echoes of the learnt

Whispering 

“You need to wear- the correct shade, the correct percentage, the correct term, the correct view, the correct belief….”

Creating the cloud of dust

Blocking thee

eye

Suffocating

 

us