Tears To The Dust Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)
Tears To The Dust
My heart is brimful of echoes
Not knowing from where…
Though night is mild, it sows
As seeds of last spring dare.
The neighbors bustle like bee,
When spring proceeds away…
He's miles and miles from me,
And colors fading day by day;
My petals are all falling
Since HE blew his breaths past;
My tree is numb of swaying,
Dripping tears to the dust.
March 17th,2013.
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4/26/2024 8:08:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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