Love Poem: Dust
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Written by: Tony Bush

Dust

I pine for the death of vintage hours 
When they bedazzled days with joy; 
And in my mind still bloom and cloy 
The lingering dust of fragrant flowers 
In blinded bouquets my love devours. 
Now slothful days are moribund, hard, 
Broken dreams gild the bright facade, 
And happiness retreats and quivering cowers 
With truth torn and nailed into the floor. 
Thus life proceeds a travelogue of grey 
Imposing welts of wondering and woe 
On all I had embraced and begged for more; 
It feels my life has yet to know 
Love to wipe the pain and tears away.