DUST COVERS
Alas it is the curse of those who must
Write their dreams alone in passing dust
Never knowing when they came and went
Staid within a shadow’s breadth and length
Soft breezes carry off the whispered lies
A passion never lived so slowly dies
Its dreams written alone in passing dust
Deny the death of passion for they must
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