Dust By Lisa Petrosino 6/18/2012
It came from a dark sky
Catching the dust from the hard dry ground, and carrying it down.
Feeding the world below, as it always does
The grass,the trees,and the flowers of course.
and it feeds me. Hot from a sun to cruel to care.
It hits me like a cold breeze, covering my body in beads.
Washing away my dust of the day.
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