Dust
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Persian Nightingale
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A cloud of dust rises in the air
The trees bend double by the gust
The empty space between planets
Contains measurable amounts of dust
When it’s rainy or dewy
Don’t stride with thrust
That’s my heart on the ground
In the color of the rust
(2008/10/12)
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