Gold Dust
He threw gold dust
into the air
it showered down
like shooting stars.
it tickled my eyes,
i cried to wash
it off
but he threw
yet another
handful
who knows what
he does it for?
Copyright © Kudzai Mhangwa | Year Posted 2019
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