DUST IN THE WIND
Each dawn, with the rising sun
the flicker of lights sparkle into my lazy eyes
as I draw the curtains reminiscing every beautiful moment,
our story.
my heart, body, and soul
yearns for your embrace,
of the dust in the wind.
however, my memory of you is a prick in the heart.
hurts and cuts
deeper than a sharp blade.
everyday,
as I lay in bed,
thinking, missing,
the dust in the wind.
with pleadingly stretched arms,
I try to reach for you,
and you fleetly slip between my fingers
right before my rainy eyes
as I feel your presence disappear.
dusk till dawn,
hope for another day.
the dust in the wind.
_ Gladwill Maiyo
I love it, hope for another day. I can't wait for the next...
ReplyDeleteDefinitely soon. Glad you loved it, thanks.
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