Dust and wind

February 12, 2015

Metaphors

And similes

Describing all of the things that you compare to

The stars, the rivers, the green grasses,

And it flows so beautifully on paper

But there's a beauty that is hardly seen

And you aren't a star, or a composed molecule, or a music melody that I can't get out of my head.

You are the wind,

And you are dust,

And you are the shadows between

Light and darkness.

You cannot be grasped

But I always know you're there

Even when others can't see the beauty

All

Of the things you are

I can assure you

That I do

-m.c.-

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