Dust to dust

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, a lover’s lament wept nonplussed..amidst scattered seeds of wanderlust, watered within one’s tears of rust..

She lies on grass that once was green, his heart is broken in smithereens..an unfortunate fate that was unseen..as he mourns the loss of his beauty queen..He hears her whispers of sorrowfulness, echoeing woeful wantonesss..as he stands at her grave so bottomless, in his meloncholy hopelessness..