of dust

where once there was hope
vibrant and ephemeral
now stands the hollow shell
of a girl exhisting unseen

withered blossoms
in a landscape of dust
bled out their essence
in fruitless desire
to nourish brittle bones
encasing a tarnished heart
long ago turned to stone

as if her wings could fan life
and love’s bright flame
from the scattered ashes
of destruction and pain

his cherished reminders
of another time
another face
another girl
who breathed passion
wept promise
and fled




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