Thursday, December 27, 2012

Blue Dust

B
l
u
e
 
 
Dust
 
 
F
a
l
l
s
 
s
s
s
        slowly
                y
               y
             .
          .
     .
 
B
l
u
e
 
Dust
 
Makes
Dreams,
Takes Sleep,
And turn it to gold.
 
 
Gold
D
U
S
T
 
 
Sadly though,
Turns to rust.
 
Gold
D
U
S
T
 
 
Stays in the
Stars
?
 
In
space
?
 
In locks and under key
In houses of rich
?
 
However,
 
B
l
u
e
 
Dust
 
Never grows old.
                      .
                .
        .
  .
Is open to everyone.
                           .
                    .
             .
       . 
Is allowed to be kept by you~


2 comments:

  1. Thanks for sharing, I will bookmark and be back again.
    I was very encouraged to find this site. I wanted to thank you for this special read. I definitely savored every little bit of it and I have bookmarked you to check out new stuff you post.
    Estetik

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    1. No problem. Glad you enjoyed it :) Hope you read my other poems ^^

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