LA' Celine Ladies.

𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗧

Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, Bake a cake or plant a seed, Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time, with rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust it you must, but the world's out there, with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind. And when you go- and go you: must - you, yourself, will make more dust.

XXI: THE MOON.

The moon was but a chin of gold a night or two ago. And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead's of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye untuk the sumber dew The likest I hape known.

Her lips of amber never part; but what must be the smile upon her friend she could bestow Were such her silver will. And what a Privilege to be but the remotest star! For certainly her way might pass Beside your twinkling door.