Poem -
to dust
a touch runs freely
like tracks of a beautiful life
many wondering days of love and desires
to her passionΒ
trickles in memories
she will not sadden her heart for lifeΒ
loving reminded her like dust to her pastΒ
another and another gently played
as her story told of aged to a wine
time and time again
she pleased us to a woman dream
for today the beauty weep a drip upon her
lonely thoughts of love
yet she did not cried to life
to her pastΒ
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Comments
very passionate read. Love your poetic voice