all that i love
Like you,
I am torn down from the inside.
My parts recycled, sold
or abandoned.
Left to rot in the sun.
Blown away by this coarse wind.
What burns,
burns clean.
As dust, I protest still.
And wonder why I am given
to the clouds and red sky.
I travel the universe,
becoming all that I love.
…
Something magic in those fantastic pics!
Thnk’s for the dream.
Stephanie
Wow! No point in fibbing, that poem went straight over my head.