DUST'S MISTA Poem by jeannemarie coulterDUST'S MIST it is 3 in the morning and thin are the veils, dust whisper creatures wander dark misty trails... it is 3 in the morning and everyone is alone, dust spider creations wrapped in loneliness, moan... it is 3 in the morning and the veils have grown thin, dust born dreamers walk in crepe web skin... it is 3 in the morning and i am alone, while dust whisper creatures chill me, to the bone... it is 3 in the morning and the veils are so frail, dust dreams are forming in a blind man’s braille... it is 3 in the morning and so thin are the veils the dust devil storming my broken soul impales... © 2015 jeannemarie coulterFeatured Review
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