One of those Days

Sulphur dust caught in my bones

And swirling in the rust.

Whispers coated with sheer trust

Sizzling like water and limestone.

 

As heavy as a broken heart,

She picks up fallen light.

Paper cuts of wounded kites

Can still be sold as art.

 

Filtered sun rays say good bye

To get back home and rest.

Dusk comes to settle on her chest

And brings a lonely sigh.

 

Homeward bound but knowing no way.

Both her hands come together to pray.

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