Dust storms

Shadows cast a spell
Engraved in the ash covered embrace
Echoes dance in the broken sunrise
Blackness fills a canteen with a sprinkle of dew
In the weakness of the blue blankets
Rustling sounds mold a circle
Into tiny pindrops
Smashing like broken glass
Up against mesh woven tiles
Splinters peek through sheets
Multiplying across golden fields
Enriched with stalks of yellow plums
Opening their smiles to the sky
White smog imprints into the plush atmospheric material
Impressions hiss in and out
Binding into a swirl
Like thunderous shakes
Whipping broken branches
Into a combustion fuel
Lumination rays speak
At the tip of the brush
Whisphers cling to the vivid setting
Long narrow aisles extend
Bringing a cup encased
In hidden lace





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