Nothing But Dust


Nothing But Dust

Free me from this longing

She whispers

From deep inside

And her words

Fall into the silence

Like white butterflies

Spring blossoms

Or snowflakes

That dance on the wind

Which, across the span of time

Are like wishes

Nothing but dust

In the corner

Of the untouched heart

© Ann Bagnall and AnnieB222.wordpress.com, 2014. 

Blue butterfly

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