Dry earth is dust
Barren
Where no plants will grow
Nor thought
Were it not for the cold grey color
I could pretend it’s
Sand on a beach
Dust carried by the wind
Cuts the face
Blurs the eyes
Brings no comfort
Offers no protection from the flood
Makes no cement
The dust will vanish at last
Like a moment at the table
Completely
Unnoticed
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC
Dry earth is dust
Barren
Where no plants will grow
Nor thought
Were it not for the cold grey color
I could pretend it’s
Sand on a beach
Dust carried by the wind
Cuts the face
Blurs the eyes
Brings no comfort
Offers no protection from the flood
Makes no cement
The dust will vanish at last
Like a moment at the table
Completely
Unnoticed
