Touch To Dust
Incredible as it seems
She is not serene
She wants to scream
She wants to run and hide
Like a nervous bride
All she does is cry
Everything that she's touched
Has turned to dust
A life unjust
What will happen now?
Will she take a bow?
Will she live through it somehow?
8 June 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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