A grain of dust

I am only a grain of dust

Flown by the wind at any time

Power is limited to climbing on the body

Which can obscure the shine that comes

In worn shrouds

On the fragile twigs

On the potholed road, there were many complaints

I realized that I didn't deserve to be above the holy

And can't escape

When the wind starts throwing me again

I flew back

It's just that I'm as disappointed as a vacuum that hopes for air

Or just like the dust in the middle of the arid hopes for rain

Oh wind, stop me from flying