Dirt - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
The ashes and the dirt
Made for a sad scene
Mixed with tears and more.
It seemed nothing else mattered.
So nothing else mattered
And the ashes and the dirt
Intermixed with themselves.
It was so sad.
No matter where I go
Or what I do
I never want to see that again.
I would rather see the pouring rain and lilies.
I would rather be amongst happy things.
There would be no ashes and dirt.
I would celebrate my mirth
If that could happen.
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