Dust bone
Love burns down to grief, burns
the edge of my heart.
In sorrow i break into sparks of
sand and become fire end, to dust of bones.
In the night i see the real canceled of love
bright lie.
Eyes gaze shut, glow smile fade
dream walks and talks and feet mark time
to the heartache beat.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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