DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some words turn to dust--no one to understand no one to value on land:\


hold the words save the rush

throw away turn to dust

in a hint an unwarned gush

leave to decay surrender to rust

upon a flash

upon a sleep

in a thousand nights and one they tear

on a heart of gold to dash

on breast to bare

no more they burn they fast

they swear


                                                                                        -------ravenfeels