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

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  1. I love it, hope for another day. I can't wait for the next...

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    1. Definitely soon. Glad you loved it, thanks.

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