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  Sun longed For a cloudy firmament To smear the horizon With a crimson sunset. The hours that breathed Charred the day soon As the ash faded into the dusk. The day ends engulfed by darkness Breathing lives into The nostrils of the dreams.  Linto

The Dust With it, I stayed close and warm In the fetters of its care. I hid in the bosom Clutched hard in dissent But Time in the past pushed me off From the cosy womb to life span Of my real cause The dust To which I shall return someone said. To the Dust. Chuckles my past in glee.           Linto