Persian Nightingale - Dust

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)

Persian Nightingale

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