The Dust Of Yesterday (unfinished lines discovered in an old notebook)

i breathed the dust of yesterday
each memory floating bright
dancing as immortal wings
upon the shafts of morning light

and with each breath you came to me
and lit up corners of my mind
that were for years in jeopardy
of being lost, no more to find

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