THE DUST SPEAKS
Eyes
Unseeing
Yet
Taking it
All in.
The chaotic
Scene
Lies not
About
What happened.
Scissors
Have shorn
Clothes.
A broken
Mirror
Reveals
Life
In shards!
Outside
The sun
Weeps
For all
It has
Seen.
The rocking
Chair
Awaits
With.open
Arms
For the ones
Who
Sit
There...
Long while
Have gone
By..
The dust
Alone
Can tell
Time.
Silent
Words
Are spoken
Out loud
Even as
The eyes
Unseeing
See
The void
That is,
Has been
And will
Be
Around!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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