Dust To Dust
Ivory-clad finger carves a path;
signs of neglect incur her wrath.
Minuscule motes swirl aloft;
lungs are clogged as hands waft.
Blanket covers all
on floor and wall.
Was just fine,
this shrine:
mine.
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March 2017
For the "Dust" contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton - Ninth Place.
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